The Day I Died
I brushed my hair, the day I died
For fitting wanted be
To view the ending of the world -
A glimpse at sweet catastrophe.
I polished then from head to toe
The empty rooms of my abode
And settled down upon a chair
To watch destruction of my home.
The Earth was burning beautifully,
Extinguishing the sky
Set aflame by falling stars -
The light behind your eyes.
Air no longer safe to breathe
Took refuge in my lungs
And filling flesh with toxic songs,
My heart no longer sung.
