The shift, animals squatting pissing their lives away to the grass
The land is missing a building
I don’t notice much
Upon my hand are memories
People laughing hysterically at my life, as I don’t notice
         What’s passed me by
The death toll is quite silent
But I hear it alone
One, three, two
The very last one is dressed all in blue
The reflection gnawing at reefer
Left by the stones that no longer wander
           Away from the dark
I often imagine myself imagining
Places brightly colored and horizontal
Everything now is so parallel
Black, white, and shades of gray
          As I follow streaks of purple
I never know when I will cry
For the sake of you, I always find myself askew
With the lilies staring in confusion
           What is this miserable girl to do?