Suzerain

Spend the rest of your days here, I know it, I know it
 Find a way to disengage here, I know it, I know it
 Let the barren tree bring you shade here, I know it, I know it
 I know that darling death's on the loose
 Opulence will never seduce
 Your payment presumptive and severe, I know it, I know it
 You buy what is earned, you're the wise fear, I know it, I know it
 So eat all my fruit and get gone dear, I'm growing, I'm growing
 I'm growing whether spirit, breast, bone, or meat, you'll always be feasting on me
 She kept a record of everything that happened
 Exactly as it happened
 Every interaction captured in exacting fashion
 Not a diary, but something to be dissembled with dispassion
 Carefully taken apart and the wiring examined
 Bent her wrist to write, it looked like a butcher's list
 A knife folded in the folds of her dress
 She's nobody's muse (nobody's muse)
 She wears a dead man's shoes and tracks the move
 Down to the ground glisten, the only sound hound snipping
 Suzerain, nothing can exist without permission in the book, what it listed in
 Charcoal sketched the men, the pen scratch some limbs
 Pages full of such, you won't see again
 Suzerain
 She never drew his face
 She never wrote the end
 Just left a blank space
 Her knee never bent
 Everything swim in her eyeglass lens
 Erased the sun, left the world to spin