Could you have
the decency
to at least
wait until my grave is occupied
before you waltz
like moonlight
over its surface?
Could you wait
until
I'm nailed in place
before you bury me?
At least check
that I'm not
still breathing.
Don't write
my obituary
Until it’s all
confirmed.
I've been to
hell before
but I returned
before the worms
even got a chance to turn.
Don't write off
A man that gasped for breath,
but still grasped the life
that escaped his lungs,
clung tightly to not hear
his final song sung.
A man who has
walked with death.
Has him on speed dial,
for late night chats.
Has spent countless hours
talking at his door,
Played games under
those hellfire skies,
Danced to the music of fire,
Listened to the nighttime hours,
and its demonic choirs.
I've howled to the moon
when loneliness pulled.
Some call me the wolf.
I've gone by many names,
I've walked with dreams
In between the sheets of nightmares
I've felt the billow of duvets
pulled to cold feet,
I've walked every darkened street.
to give some peace and light.
A lone guitar strums into the night...
Thanks for reading
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