We should hurry,
The cementary fills up early,
Everyone’s just dying to get in
To flirt with Death…
To take pleasure in his wrath…
To mock the face of the inevitable…
We should dance like we’re insane
As if no one knows our name.
The full moon makes the goons come out
To play the lyre our bodies sway to…
To scavenge for a pound of flesh from you…
To beg the walls to speak their truths…
We should decipher
These fiends’ crude behaviour.
Logic resonates within them all,
To seek amnesia at the bottom of the goblet…
To crawl out the holes of debt…
To revive when Friday’s work day ends…
We should commit suicide,
An egotistic demise,
Only then will we truly understand how
To live…
To laugh…
To love…
Loneliness Isn't Real 