On a date with death

A Date With Death
Inside the old church,
You lit a smoke and sipped your flask.
"Have You Ever Died?"
With dead-serious eyes, you asked,
With a little laugh
To make it like you were joking.
Yeah, you were breath-taking;
You left me Gasping and Choking.

This cemetery
Gets a little warmer at night.
You, me, and bottles
Of Bourbon and Formaldehyde;
The mix was toxic.
You were Blurry, I was Confused
And drunk on all the lies
You tried to make sound like the truth.

We're in a Sandbox.
You're giving off Good Vibrations,
The kind that rock worlds,
Tear through schools and police stations,
and fire houses,
Hospitals and the happy homes
Of neutered house-trained dogs
With backyards full of buried bones.

On a Date with Death,
And I've never felt so alive.
Her crooked smile
Makes my heart burn up my insides.
he is hot as Hell,
With horns and a lovely forked tongue
he's a devil,
And he's as Evil as they come.

On a Date with Death,
Painting the town blood-red for laughs.
"Have You Ever Died?"
he knew the truth before i asked

Copyright (c) Stephanie Naylor