Honestly spent,
That’s the way it feels
When these lids feel like lead anchors
But the Dread drags on drifting through my secrets
And I’m wide awake despite eyes rolling back.

I can’t see you
If I don’t have the paraffin
It’s too **** dark in here,
Hand me a match and a wick
And I’ll shed a light,
But beware as what haunts me will find you
In the ways that mortify,
So don’t blink for a second.

We dance like macabre skeletons
In circles with our pockets full of posies
Ignite from the heat of the sun
and with our ashes we all fall down.
Just watch me twirl in lachrymose skies
Weeping from the clouds while I
Tend to the truth.

I would die for you.