I had walked through the fire
As it had consumed all flesh
With the moments of torment
Being more than I'd deserved
I was once able to be subtle
But now in this broken body
I can't move, I become dust
I would scream if I could
But cannot make a sound
Can't see outside light at all
A dawning of night blindness
If after a time I'm able to see
What's there but ink jet black
For we are trapped, no peace
For death has invited dance
With no kisses, nor music
A silent eulogy on the floor
Death leads and I'll follow
In the silence, the quiet
Death again desires a kiss
Because I cannot dance
In this failure of flesh
Due to my condition
I cannot keep time
Strength has waned
Death is patient
To take my hand
