DEAD AND GONE

By the time you read this, I will be dead and gone
By the time you read this, I will exist no more
I took the morn and night along
While passing and singing my favourite song
A dirge written with ink and pen from my blood and bone
When a silly oaf usurped my throne

By the time you read this I will be dead and gone
Watching you with teary eyes from hell, my home
I took my life with an invisible knife
A sharp twine made from a vein of a funny dramatic life

In my death I cast a spell
A curse, a jinx, whatever defines it well
Its beatitude you want,
So here…in many litres and many gallons
Take it this night and morn, while you walk along

In my tomb I will smile in the dark
In my loneliness,
I will smell my rotten flesh covered with maggot and tainted with dust

By the time you read this, I will be dead and gone
But shed no tears and sing along