Coughing inside your coffin

like at the bottom of the sea

inside you're breathing

too numb for asking

so I will leave it outside your door

warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day

some lights were shining

not much for seeing

but you'll be leaving the way you came

shot shooting shot shot shot

shooting yourself again for what

to taste all the waste

flare fakes a flower

a burnt-out shower

no one can see

you were needing too shy for asking

so I will leave it ouside your door

pulse stalls uncut but clotted

when you had thought it would force a flow

some lights were shining

not much for seeing

but you belivee in the way you came