It's funny how some people paint themselves in death
Scream out their gory fantasies to the crowds
When the real death is not black eyeliner and blood, it's
When you lay down your will and accept
The inevitable, stop
Destiny and soft focus.
I'm watching a morality play about death
The slower kind
Nick Cage is shaking in the final
Throes of the battle
And I'm soaking in the agony like
A napkin soaks up spilled wine.