One Oh Nine

Pillows furl beneath the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you lie, who cares what is fake, it comes for you too, even if not to taste something deep inside, not just an ordinary blue, makes you want to scythe, those barriers you make, they say look you fool, who are you to ordinate, however hard you try, love is not immune, don't tell them to apply, dying's when you castigate, something outside of you, whenever you walk away, these troubled nights, that bring bad news, ask a hundred questions why, as if you knew.