The Goodbye Plan

I am saving all my little white pearls

(Which used to keep me powered and functioning
Like some sort of fairground attraction)
In order to make a very morbid maraca.
I shall shake it at the cashier when I am too nervous
To understand the concept of a lovely day
I shall shake it at my parents when they ask
Why they havent seen my hollow eyes in so long
I shall dance to its noise when my lover asks
Why dont I make you happy anymore?
And at the end of an infinite life,
My stomach will hold the percussion