August from Almost Close by ArsAuctor

I’m just trying to memorize
The instructions I had left inside
Of my August Jewel case
That I buried when my skies turned gray
I dug it under my perch of pals
It was the remnants of my broken shell
To review when I am half-past dead
A funeral showcase for my friends

What do I do when I am doomed to be
Everything that I’ve repressed in me
I’ll burn like a witch, crisped at the stake
Attached to a weight in the middle of a lake
An immaculate perception, my vision defogged
Always effusive, I’m never involved
I know it’s hateful to assume,
But God has devilish plans for you
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I’ve been trying to clear my head and keep those thoughts buried in the sand
I keep thinking about what everyone will say after I am buried and start to decay
Was I in fact ever enough for everyone that I gave my trust
Crisped and drowned and buried out of view
My God has devilish plans for you.

• Experimental
• experimental art rock
• Nashville