As I hold in my left palm the falling sun
and in my right,
...you,
I borrow days from someone willing to die
for his love, and mine.

Curiously, he seems to recognise my face,
and with alcohol bathed lips he says:
'Here you go, you'll need them more than I do.'

And then jumps into the grave he bought himself,
from an internet site.
Who the hell does that?
I swear a can't understand these people,
buying coffins, and stones with their names engraved.

To hell with them all! I SAY
He who prepares for death,
is already dead, and
those that dug their own graves,
are not brave, but fools.

I'd rather live a thousand years, and go to hell
than to live a half life, and end up in heaven.
Harps make me mad, anywhay.

Junkyard Of Muses

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