The Elephant has Died

I can see it in your eyes

Unfocused and half closed

The wrinkle in your smile says

You wouldn't have supposed

That anyone could figure out

Just how wrong it went

You think that you're deceiving us

That we're all off your scent

Clearly in your ragged breath

And lackluster take on life

A sickened song of sorrow tells

A Tale of Wasted Life

Somber self-inflicted self sufficiency

Is slipping through the cracks

You're nodding off in public

And you're more than just relaxed

Taste the guilt, swallow the shame

As it drips into your throat

Before you smother soul to death

Be sure to write a note

To tell us how we all have failed

There's nothing we could do

To say I know you loved me but, well,

Fuck you.