A Wake

On the day it’ll be fine

Maybe even blue skies, likely wine

Still sad, but not for me

I’ll be in the smoke that’s on the breeze

With Jeff Buckley riding waves

From the speakers of a thousand watt PA

I hope it blows everybody’s hair

Horizontal for that last exchange we share

When I can’t be killed I plan to stun

My life is done, eternal death has just begun 

Pressure to make leisure feel less fun

Indentured to a feeling I could never overcome 

  

Never lost for reasons for the rage

I think that now I’m gone we might be on the same blank page 

A wake

A little something 

Maybe baked 

A little peace (piece?)

A little cake

Missing a little life just for my little sake

I never wanted more 

Than what I knew would make me break

It takes more than little prayers

To save a soul from outta state