Deep Thoughts My Friend

Dying is imaginary,
Death is sublunary,
You have cold dead lips,
Weeping for your trips,
Your love is broken to a tip.

The heart of evil--- your soul is gone,
You can't hear the symphony of the suffering,
Your body is slowly corrupting,
Evil souls beyond the under,
Doesn't that make you wonder.

The master of love binds you to nothing,
Cupid said he wants his broken arrow loving,
Give it back before your heart bursts of sorrow,
Make sure you know about tomorrow.

This heat is destroying you,
Like the hell you once came to,
I can't open your mind to blood,
The stroke that caused you to bud.

Your butterfly is your sins,
Using the gold is forsaken,
You must be fuckin mistaken,
Your skin is getting old,
As you use and abuse the drug that you sold.

You keep me a caged animal,
But what you can imagine is happy is a torture,
I like being a recluse to you,
You can't get in my head like others can.

Your brain will shut down,
The more you drown,
Karma is not with kindness,
But a revelation to the darkness.

Be brittle to a bone,
Oh how I hate you so,
Mocking the challenge to a bow,
The arrow you broke is hiding,
Return it to the unbinding.