Smother your corpse beneath the blood lined sheets.
Because a compelling crepuscule is impending the quiet streets.
Remaining jubilant thoughts are disremembed and that it deletes.
The devil waiting upon thy throne and you he meets.
An obliterated existence of arctic chills with buried bait.
Relinquishing hope and faith with thee who stand with cold fate.
Destituted youth salvage their death, served on a maggot plate.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, and memories to a new height mind grate.
