Cut Flowers on the Table

Shiftless wistful dead
The cut flowers on the table
Just stems laying
Their heads severed
Such a statement of forever
I watch as im still tethered
To this world

In death
We are in adamant
Objects of decay
Rotting is just life for your bones
Its a godless way to feel
When the fairy tales aint real
And ya can't keep it at all
This life is a comet
That ya already know is gonna crash