I'm sitting here talking to a monkey
the monkey writes words about me
As I lay on the cot
Starring at the ceiling
Imaging who would cry if I was gone,
How I will leave the earth
But one thing I know for sure
Is that I'm going to hell
Going to hell for all my scars
The monkey keeps writing snapping her bony fingers at me
I look down at my scared arms
See you all in hell.