Ophelia

A Garbage can, acid trip
I am living in a world
Of feline food and trash
I am caught beneath the nails
Of a cold corpses hand
Haunted memories of who I am

Dear Ophelia,
I am trying
Tell them I have scared the world
Voices tell me I am dying
But I tell them I feel fine

I feel fine
I feel fine
I feel fine

A garbage can acid trip I am
Staring at you all
Through closed casket walls
Maggots crawl inside a
Hole beside the wall
I will lay here in this coffin
Till I Figure out my feelings