The Ditch and The Saviour

You don't know it
You are my saviour
I will turn over soon
And say that I'm done

I'm staying indoors
Going internal
While Earth is getting green
Fighting about fuel

I will dig a ditch
Murder the excrement
Hull in the corner
Until the coroner comes home

The couch wielding man
Can't save me now
And the lawyer has his
Own sensually beaming fans

Self-deprecation wasn't helped by pills
And healing liquid that tasted
Just like crisp dew on a
Sunday morning

They say if a man could only stand
Then he'd be a better man
And I would if I could
But the devil has me now

He is strangely ambiguous
And he breathes red marks
Onto my oily flesh
Turning me into a hermit

A defecating sleep deprived
Salivating nuisance
Waiting for the Day of Judgement
On the last day.