I place my head on a bed of flowers
A cardinal sings an ambiance
The church chorus rises
That was the song they played
Before I crashed into a wall
Noises inside my head get louder
My ideas become scandalous
I begin to succumb to my vices
It was never supposed to be this way
I cover my face with a shawl
In a note that I scrawl
I tell of my final day
The world’s in a crisis
I’ve reached my antithesis
This is the darkest hour
The clock strikes midnight at the bell tower
An absence so strange, a sound so dear