The pain
Pleasure
The cutting away
The red flesh,  
Comforts
That forsaken longing

The last thought
Comes and goes
The dying breathe,  
Beached, in a dream
Worthy of an encore
That sustainable wanting - more

Crucified

Those dreams  
This coming together
Of all that makes a life
That easy chair of having
That greedy filled feeling
The lottery of birth
Laughs in your face

That cast off life you've worn
This hand me down existence
Past from generation to generation
All you've ever known
Never shiny Never new
The dead eyes of youth
Watch your every move
Covert your every wish

The king is dead
Long live the king

Gypsy