death iv.

in my dream you got so depressed you could only eat white fish
you were doing it on purpose
you wanted to starve yourself to death

today i will turn into a squid
no, today i will pick you up from this place you want to leave
no, today i will turn into a rotting limp fish
no, today i will do the thing on purpose again

today my dad is coming to pick me up 
i'm too depressed to drive myself two hours to your funeral

in my dream i flew up into the stars, my feet dangling like sticks
today i will become powerful
in my dream i became powerful