Dying

Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such

Grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming

Your body's been dying while your mind has been trying

To make you picture a life where you'd kill for your

Lover and a song in your head the deaths of countless

Others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony

That's where you'll find me

Something awful has happened here this is

This is so much worse than I ever could have imagined

I knew it all along that this man should not have been released

God what's happened here he's completely torn his entire apartment apart

The smell is overpowering a fowl pungent odor

Like rotten food or I don't know possibly something worse

But there's something else that's almost overpowering

I think its a woman's perfume oh no no

I found the patient he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room

Completely naked emaciated deathly pale it appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for weeks

The infection has spread up his arms it must have reached his brain

There's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck

There's empty bottles everywhere of alcohol and medication

My god this smell is sickening

There's blood coming out of his mouth nose ears

He's not dead yet but he's close

I failed this is my fault

And somehow he's smiling at me I think he's whispering something

No not just whispering I think he's singing

Now place your ear to my lips

Trace these notes with your fingertips

They dance alone on my last breath

This is the end this is death

The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist

Someone call an ambulance because something's not right

The smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything

We were inseparable