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

WISH YOU COULD READ MY MIND AND HEART

Wish you can read my mind and heart

Its red fonts bleeding in white

Its rare songs screaming at night

If you wield a gun, shoot me on sight

It cannot be read I know

For only the real hearts know

Decode if you can

I am freezing in an icy hand

Watch me in fade away dawn

Watch me sniff the box young

Watch me say goodbye in my handwritten dirge

And drop silently from the smooth jagged edge

Swing at me, passing in my great palanquin of thoughts

And I shall stand bowing, showing you necklace of desolation

I dream on, O I dream on...

Wishing you will complete their first pages in six three morns

Wish you can read my mind and heart

Its rare fonts vanishing in dust

Its weird songs screaming at dusk

If you wield a bomb, kill me with a blast