“Fall” (Inspired by The Weeknd)

Scrape the rashes—my life; and fall the mystic—my soul;
And touch gravel—a million dollar gem; and hate—my life;
But yearn—my glory; and tip a toe, Spirit: awake the night.
I live partial; and die purple: partly aware; and speak more
Light; and every trance: a bit closer; and every foe: a bit
Sooner; and what to give: a knighted soul; and Bishop—my
Heart. Here’s a billion: rise my fall; and die again.

Smoke my ashes—my life; and feel the mystic—my soul;
And brave the night—a zillion on the scale; and hate—my
Sight; and burn—my story; and dip a death, Spirit: awake
The flame. I live deathless; and grip vision: partly aware;
And rain more walks; and every breath: a bit sooner; and
Every night: a bit closer; and must to fly: a crawlin’ soul;
And Bishop—my life.