It's lurking in my head
And looming in my bed
It's like a bird of spray
My soul is full of dread
My soul is dark and red
My life has gone away
A jailor in my shed
And no escape ahead
It's blocking me the way
I know I should have fled
Before the watershed
But now I have to stay
I must
Find a way
To fly away
And still live on
But I don't wanna spread
The disease of the dead
And be the one to slay
Don't move and just be fed
That's what they oversaid
And do that every day
No time to meet the med
Sorrow's flying overhead
The pred is on its way
Life is hanging by a thread
What could I do instead
My mind has gone astray
I must
Find a way
To fly away
And still live on
Thanks to 420
I'll survive 4/20