Canary in a Mine

Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say
 And yet she waits for me, year after year
 To so delicately undo an old wound
 To empty my breath from its bad prison
 The phone off the hook
 And the love whatever it was, an infection
 Like a canary in a mine
 If I start singing death I hope you're carrying a nine
 Eight years deep said I'd marry her in nine
 Kings Queen blowing cloud rings staring at the sky
 Sub-Zero temperatures still tearing out my spine
 Stars above us hover in a paramount design
 This is cinema, my piss and vinegar makes living difficult
 We kiss the stitches shut until it parallels the mind
 Constellations look like pointillism poignant pen places poison in 'em
 Dropping gems like an oyster center
 Got a koi fish in him swimming where the noise is hidden
 Now I can't avoid the venom, love-torn from the Joy Division
 Increase the dosage 'til peaks that I reach are closer
 And heavens still seem below us this medicine eats its own
 My memories each alone, vermillion dreams recurring
 I'm sketching it with a rose, you left it beneath my bones
 My speech is blurring it's reoccurring
 I need to learn to play my part
 We're made of carbon that means if it breathes it burns
 Seasons turn to frost-bitten August went into freezing first
 Beast of burden walks in a tarpit until he sinks in dirt, awkward
 I'm dancing with two left feet to a eulogy
 One day I hope my passion turns my ashes into jewelry
 Ruining all I touch when the blood-covered the jubilee
 Maneuvered through the cruelty, beautiful's what you grew to be
 Death is there
 But she said, "the world's gonna die"
 "You know the world, the earth, it's gonna be over"
 I said, "I never lied to you"
 Death isn't a question I'm taking it like a lesson
 I etched into in my skeleton case in I forget the message
 A vestige of bad intentions, no heaven won't make it better
 Those devils don't take a breather, they stay and assess wreckage
 With that Hara-Kiri nearing I'm peering across the ocean
 My periodic devotions grow teary-eyed from the poems
 So weary I've been unfocused I'm hearing cries from my close ones
 A myriad of emotions I'm mirror-like in my opus
 Let the breath get in I'm present more precious than any gem is
 Sentimental mental's heavy no respite from leaded headaches
 Here they come, nobody hears me I'm clear you see through the charades
 Never let go of the echoes but savor the time I'm blessed with
 Even then I have nothing against life
 I know well the grass blades you mention
 The furniture you have placed under the sun
 But suicides have a special language
 Like carpenters they want to know which tools
 They never ask why build
 That, all by itself, becomes a passion