the carnage of carnations..

i want to be reincarnated with the carnations, after all of the carnage i've seen...
i'm not so sure i want to be considered a quote-unquote "human being..."
(but) as i try to lay beside you in the grave...
i just wonder if there's much of anything left to save...
as i feel the cold dirt cover my face...
i can feel my memory slowly being erased...
but is this really all there is?...
there must be something so much more than this...
close my eyes, & go to sleep..
haunted dreams. cold fingers creep.
the finality of fatality...
my loss of vitality...
fraught, with the frailty of romanticized fatalism...
fighting the drought of heart, by cataclysm..."
(older version lyrics) [d#m] 'the carnage of carnations'
"i want to be reincarnated with the carnations...
for all the carnage i've had the displeasure to have seen...
( buried in the backyard with the rosebushes.... )"
'bite marks' ( (my) poem excerpt part)
"tired of living.. tired of life.
tired of feeling the same cut from the knife.
they say "out of mine, it's out of the sight."
but i can still feel the red in the marks from the bite."