Lights

Who says this:
That I cannot
Jump off the bridge,
Cool in the Fridge,
That is the Mississippi in December.

Highlights,
Bright lights,
And nowhere to put them,
But where my dearest love knows:
My pallid frozen corpse.

Break lights,
Bake Lights,
That weren't there to warm me,
Gone down the road, over the barrier,
Into the Mississippi in December.

Guide lights,
Side lights,
And whosoever chooses to witness,
Heed and care to the man,
Who cannot control his syndrome.

Sky lights,
My lights,
And those that go black just once,
Whether planned and/or reckless stunts,
That took my life on the Mississippi in December.