Blackened fingertips

Skin of boiling cysts

Finality in flesh

Deterioration

We put ourselves in these

Beds of the deathly sick

The time has come to pay our debts

By and to Big Death

Lead us

Dance of Death

Fin

Of days

Of bloodline

Of love

Of all that we know

We hope to die

With each other at our sides

As feathers in her wind

Godspeed

We wither and hide

In a home unoccupied

She's untouched by our sin

She must live

Yet we live and die alone