Death at the Dinner Table

I see you looming over a family feast,

Hunger in your eyes for the taste of defeat.

Grab a drink, pull up a seat,

You and I, we're not enemies.

Let the laughter chill your bones,

your skin crawl with the smiles you're shown.

Our revelry tastes the sweetest,

Knowing you're doomed to beat us.

So we'll keep picking fights with sunsets,

Setting calendars alight with cigarettes,

Gluing the winter leaves onto the dying trees.

Because every stroke of your brush

paints the picture of our lives.