If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red! If this is “sleep,” On such a night How proud to shut the eye! Good Evening, gentle Fellow men! Peacock presumes to die!
I know how this ends Violent words with sharp edges Cutting through a fragile mind The poison of loneliness Never one to be kind Towards a beating heart
I know how this ends Thunderstorms and hurricanes A waterfall of thoughts Echoing through his head Where once music played Now there’s screaming instead
I know how this ends Never mind how it began He knows not what he’s doing Too numb to make a plan It’s himself he’ll end up losing Unless you offer him a hand