Deathbed

Please prepare a swansong

For the unreal and damned

For further shall they be deranged

And yet be filled with dread

For twice the price

Once ridiculed in daze

Traumatic at a gaze

Shall be forgotten in time

The lesson no longer in session

May make me bleed and come forth

And laugh meaningless at the souls of corpses

Fail to become, and before let loose all notice

Why desire suchness?

The question begs more than an answer

But an insight into your despise

Brings more than reprise

Let my mirror moan

As it trembles at the sight of such foul

I am in fear

As much as it is in me

I am bade to forgot

And bath in my rot

As the coffin is built

Leaving me for guilt