Good mourning, spineless annihilist
To this sagging gravitational pull.
You smile slow, sweet, and evil.
Come inside for your free daily death fix.

Blackberry eyes, droop of mouth
Homeless in the winter south
Breathe in, breathe out, exhale fears
Life whithers, Time disappears.

The saxophone sighs its lonesome goodbyes
From elevated windows, shot, and bitter pills
Crumble inside a hollow shell
Reeking with residue
Demon Spell

CF