man in black

I have bought my thoughts
from a man in black
who swung them around
in a brown paper sack

my feelings are on loan
from a black granite stone
buried forever
and never been shown

i have bid my goodbyes
to heaven and skys
for after my tries
ive come up alone

my eyes they bleed
as payment for my fees
whenever i lick
and ice cream cone

a story though is a story
a books a book
i begged the world
for the things i took