It's too late.
To dig my own grave.
Why is it so hard?
To just fade away.
Fade to dust.
To nothing.
To be a silent poltergeist.
I dress in cadaver drag.
To human applause.
They scream encore.
I set my alarm,
Wishing I don't hear it.
Wishing for a sun that doesn't rise.
Dreaming of a total eclipse
Of the mind.