Spero mortem meam
The last piece of a puzzle no one may eventually understand.
I close my eyes and exhale
White wine in a silver goblet
Feeling the pressure of silk against my skin
I want the noise of a blasting fan,
Oscillating fast over my vacant mind
I’d lie
Motionless, voided, utterly thoughtless
Like a dead man in a black suit lies mindless in state.
I want peace
The sort that comes knowing you've finished your race.
With the serenity of silence in a cool sunset.
Rainfall
Rattling its droplets over my petalled courtyard
The swivelling breeze lifting my white linen curtains.
I want you here
Even in the absence of every other element
Alive, awake
Warm, unscathed
Dressed in a white gown
Slit to the thigh.
I want to see you breathe with satisfaction
In the arms of a man you never thought could love you so
To watch you lie untouched
Listening to the flows of Billie Eilish
The soulful shout of Andy Grammar
The tearful tales of Dean Lewis
The yelling thrust of a man called Hozier
Wiz Khalifa, frosty and simmered, all to your delight
Oh, how I want to be adored by you.
In respite, in laughter, assuaged, surrendered.
With a weight on my soul making nothing else matter.
Maybe just for a day
The perfect day, I pray
And then at night,
When the party’s over,
Take this memory
On my journey beyond.
For tonight I ride with men who’s won their quest
We sail on the clouds to the dead man’s chest
Sing the songs we love to hear
While ears can flutter and minds still warm to joy
Break bread with passion and pass us a loaf. We love to eat so make it two.
Call us the names you crafted for us and create with us the memories your mind conceive.
For we burn at the candle's pace. Riddled with hope that we last till dawn. But our lights soon dim, leaving you with memories. One for each moment you shared at our dying flame.
Here to claim the night for tomorrow's not paid for.
No failures. No tears.
No regrets. No shame.
No man led astray, no debt left unpaid.
Let's dance this night, like shackled animals in a pot aflame. Let's sing songs, like drunk sailors trailing on the west wind's force.
For the morrow is lost. The bill to rise the sun came and our coin coffers were one short.
Oh, scream aloud on the sailor's mast.
Like the screeching voice of a siren's wail
Vast into the void our voices ring
Let death know we fear him not.
With our hearts ablaze
Our blood thickly boiling through widened vessels
Raging flames in our reddened eyes
For ts the truth, tonight be our last
We beat our chest with fist unfolded
Yelling to the silhouette of the grim reaper
"Lo, he comes! Lo, he comes!"
We are here to claim the night for tomorrow's not paid for
Like the bravest men of winter do.
