Dead

Do you tire of my prose?
And from the despair from which it arose

Are you bored of my endlessness?
And the black of my dying breath

Come, let us end it!
You and I
This night
In a bath full of my red

Dead

Does it complicate you, my verse?
And the foreign coin of my purse

Are you distracted amidst the hum drum?
And working out whether to hide or run

Come, let us extinguish
You and I
This night
In my world burned to dust

Dead

Do they drain you, my words full of dread?
Or do you wonder of this mess I release from my head

Are you a voyeur as I chant and entrance?
Or do you desire in my rhythm to dance

Come, let us celebrate
You and I
This night
In my ceremony of glorified

Dead