Come to my garden
Sun in my face
They'll say its Eden
I'm so sick to death
Of this wilderness
So you caught me cross
Like a red fox
Birds feed
Winter overhead
Not a cloud now
(but) if you watch it
How it does descend
Turning king now
Like a queen
Where's your last crown
Slippin down around
Seated on your chair
As you rotted
In my mind's eye
You're already dead
Taking breath
Beating in your heart
Like a garden
Left unattend