Song Of Death

As I lay here
Soaking in the tune
Becoming one with it so soon. 
Colors drip off this painting. 
I should stop listening. 
But this song is so intoxicating. 
With every beat and strum
I'm continuously lost
I don't mind not finding my way back home. 
I want to stay here with no additional cost. 
I already lost my soul to the beautiful words sung, and I'm hanging onto them from the cross. 
Nothing more to lose
I'm better off this way. 
Without it I might as well be dead. 
Let me be. 
I locked myself here. 
I don't regret throwing away the door key. 
Just continue to play this song on repeat.