Orange Jumpsuit Death Dance (Immorality not Immortality)

It’s Me Versus Myself
The guillotine and the severed head
Didn’t just choose to play with knives but to make love to the blade
Bleeding all over the dash while I steer the ambulance trying to keep a straight face
In short; I’ve fucked myself and I’m keeping the baby
Rosemary had it easy compared to this
Sex-bead rosary’s clutched tight in a calloused fist
Full of second guesses never receiving even fleeting glances
I think van Gogh had it right
Starry starry night, paint your pallet with blue and lead
What I wouldn’t give just to die in my old town
On a miserable morning in July