Spend the rest of your days here, I know it, I know it Find a way to disengage here, I know it, I know it Let the barren tree bring you shade here, I know it, I know it I know that darling death's on the loose Opulence will never seduce Your payment presumptive and severe, I know it, I know it You buy what is earned, you're the wise fear, I know it, I know it So eat all my fruit and get gone dear, I'm growing, I'm growing I'm growing whether spirit, breast, bone, or meat, you'll always be feasting on me She kept a record of everything that happened Exactly as it happened Every interaction captured in exacting fashion Not a diary, but something to be dissembled with dispassion Carefully taken apart and the wiring examined Bent her wrist to write, it looked like a butcher's list A knife folded in the folds of her dress She's nobody's muse (nobody's muse) She wears a dead man's shoes and tracks the move Down to the ground glisten, the only sound hound snipping Suzerain, nothing can exist without permission in the book, what it listed in Charcoal sketched the men, the pen scratch some limbs Pages full of such, you won't see again Suzerain She never drew his face She never wrote the end Just left a blank space Her knee never bent Everything swim in her eyeglass lens Erased the sun, left the world to spin