I’ve been cast away,
Stricken of the day,
No light will shine,
To give me a sign,
I’ve lost today,
With nothing to say,
But that’s fine,
Today is mine,
What will you say?
When the skies are gray,
Will you say fine?
Or is yours like mine,
Hiding what I may,
Before I decay,
Prayers t your shrine,
Feast where you will dine,
The noose will fray,
To take it all away,
I’m hanging on a line,
I’ve said it to the divine,
I swear I’m not ok,
In any sort of way,
I crawl like a canine,
It’s pure asinine,
Cause every Sunday,
You sleep to the Monday,
I’m a forgotten outline,
Pinned like a porcupine,
Because on this very day,
Death is a holiday.