DIED AND GONE TO HELL-3/2/00

Tangled, it can't come undone.
Scorched, laying beneath the sun.
I lift my pen and scribble words.
Roll on gravel and shit of birds.
I'm all alone
Chewing my own bones.
I don't feel pain
When I peel a vain.
Heat boils my brain.
I'm way past insane.

I think I've died and gone to hell.

BRIAN...that name burns my eyes.
I wonder if he ever cries.
BRIAN...that name hurts like acid.
The name's too pure for my deadly head.

I've died and gone to hell.

I can't write NE more.
My hands have gotten sore.
I'll always wonder why
His departure made me die.

But oh well, eh?
I'm dead and in hell.
I'm GONE.