Jackal

So your analyses have found I've been resting underground
Like I'm running from a criminal background
In my dramatic dreams where I fulfill fantasies
Of covering false losses and racketeering

Till a shining silver bullet intended for my skull
Hit someone standing by the table behind me
He was someone's child's father
The authorities don't bother

What if I'm evil and I don't know?
A fresh kill in my claws
I see a jackal in the mirror
Washing blood from its paws

Later that night I was found
Garrote wire wrapped around me
I almost looked like a present with a bow
In the crematorium I woke with ash inside my lungs
So I could take one more walk around the block
I am still learning at my own pace
I hope I wake up in a nicer place

If I was still young I could buff the nightmares out
I could breathe in warm air where buzzards roam about
But now I'll leave them to their thankless work
I am thankful, buzzard, do your worst

What if I'm evil and I don't know?
A fresh kill in my claws
I see a jackal in the mirror
Washing blood from its paws