See you when I/C/U
Eye and finger
Bruised but
Linger
Black hole
Outside my sol is
Growing darker every day
So uhm, and oh, but a-okay
Modicum of growth outside
My head is where it’s @
Stop pushing daisies
Don’t get me dead
Viscera defiant
Awaiting my number
Twelve hundred and sixty
Days away from glee o’er yonder