How Did It End?
We hereby conduct this post-mortemHe was the warden in my incarcerationIn my life of quiet desperationHis affliction was such I could not remain unscathedAnd so a touch that was my comfort became inhumanCome one, come allIt’s happenin’ againWhat’s one more dead parent?The sympathetic hunger descendsWe’ll offer our condolencesand feed your grief to rosesWe must knowWhy was it complicated?He was…











