DAMPE'S INFERNO

I wonder if the man with the boneyard in the back is proud of what he has He walks around with a look on his face Of sweet macabre and an invincible rage Happy to let the flowers die under his loathing eyes Every petal down is a love he's lost trying to fit the mold of everything he's taught Am I in a ditch, dressed to the 9's Or a stump you found on the side of the road under a heedless rain Am I a story you're gonna tell when I'm gone You're a silhouette of a seed Growing nothing where something used to be There's an inquiry burning in my mind Will you start at the end and laugh your way back Or cry your heart out when my death knell rings