Headstone on my grave

Do not be fooled by your pedestal.

Its foundations were sunk

into my heart long ago.

Only now, your foolishness

is eating into them!

And they are surely rotting away

from the maggots of your words.

Tomorrow I will be dead and gone.

Then you will come down to the earth,

For then your pedestal will be nothing

but a headstone on my grave.

Go ahead...

Go ahead,

blame me, condemn me, accuse me, stone me.

Pick your brush and tar me.

Was it not just yesterday,

that you did not allow the great Mary

to shed a tear,

and tore her reputation to shreds.

What am I but a tired savage

wallowing in the mud of your love.

But I laugh in your face, for you,

you are only living in a glass house.