My Dead Boy

My dead boy has come another night

He sat in my heart and drank my blood

He laughed at the absence of its light

At my glory drenched in lies and mud.

My dead boy has dried another vein

Another river that washed us up for years,

He said it will never to flow again,

No more shall we run it with our tears.

My dead little boy once smiled and cried

Because he's always more alive than I

He watched my youth as it withered and died,

Enjoyed it too much, I know not why.

My dead boy seems very fond of death,

And death does seem very fond of me,

He choked me out of every breath,

Just so he'd see me fight him free.

My dead boy never once came by day,

The sun burned red his eyes and heart,

I cried and cried, I begged and prayed,

He pleaded that with him I depart.

My darling boy you're dead and dear,

Yet I still belong to a molding world,

It's me you love, your ghosts I fear,

And dying is a luxury I can't afford.