Dead By Birthday

Oh look at the days torn out before your eyes
It’s almost time, isn’t it?
For your big birthday surprise

Hey, hey, isn’t this a lovely day to quit?
A few thousand hours early won’t hurt
You’re waiting around as if expecting dessert
But I think I hear it calling, the coffin, the dirt

This play too ironic to call a tragedy
Let’s draw its curtains
No need to cry, cus
Along with your filthy mortality
Maggots will digest all your burdens
What else is there to discuss?

Shut that mouth
What’s this about?
Do you want them to pull you up?
From the grave I’ve so delicately dug
To be hugged
Hearing, “you’ll be okay now”
Settling for such a cheap vow?
So hopelessly indecisive

For someone of such a “sound mind”
Your skin sure doesn’t agree
Have the tears made you blind?
Or are you just that determined not to see?
Ever so passive

Now now, dry those eyes
The big surprise is almost here
And we won’t let anyone interfere
Will we?