I offer, quickly my advice, to you

A little dark humor

The breath drained from my lungs

my heart beats no more

grown cold, my dead eyes

stare open, at the floor

Fallen from my chair

under too much drink

the knife digs deeper

from where it sinks

Blood pools beside me

thickly, a deepest red

Vanities I care not

for I am dead

My tongue hangs

from mouths open way

Rigor mortise sets quickly

stiffly, here I lay

My prattling jaw

quieted in untimely death

no more can I offer

wisdom in lifeless breath

My bony fingers.

Motionless, they type no more

lifeless hands, stiffly

grow cold on the floor.

Before passing, this I offer

quickly, my advice to you

to play with knifes while drinking

risk the chance they pass you through.

Reviews

[Deviant Works]

Hehe... Awesome. I love your dry humor.:) Thank you for the life lesson.:)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Feeling a little dark are we? Great poem!