Philosophical

Sing those mournful tones with me 
Weary blossoms let fall the crown, 
Offering my serpent up the sun 
I leave behind an indifferent town. 
 
No acid horse shall pull my carriage 
To the shores of silent tears, 
Where terrors lie in the depths of fog 
To feast on rotting abounding fears. 
 
Perhaps tis another place I need 
To calm the dark lurkings of my mind, 
This one soul shall not heed the call 
But walk away from life unkind. 
 
Something's out there watching me 
Making sure the dead are on time, 
The clockworks of happiness ticking, 
With a few more seconds before the chime.

Escaping