DIMENSION AHEAD OF THE DAYS DISGUISE

coffins lined in yesterdays lovers
and the lids already fixed
an empty dollar jar records my unwanted fame
flames dont heat the burning of my soul
and Nero wants to borrow my Rome

coloured bottles of forged forgotten nights 
lay next to scratched Cohen albums
scribbled on epitaphs and bras
letters mixed in wisdoms slit throat charms

i pour myself through the days dimension
just killing this enclosed enthralled living rejection
death offers no freedom to the trapped
and life hangs the futures man
so pushed by angelic thread
i trust the lowest branch of the highest tree

black coffee in the only cup
swirls speaking rhymes and prayers
tonight i will seek the stars 
through another's eye- 

i pour my self through the days dimension
as i feed on all of the worlds disguise