Tasting Death

Play an invisible piano,
sitting on this purple couch.
The sky is painted sunset,
dripping light through out the house.

Smoking cigarettes,
taste the drag upon your tongue.
Breathe in deep, my darling,
let's die a little young.

The silence is nasueating,
hold your tongue, hold your peace.
Tear drops tinkle down the black and white
of nonexistant piano keys.

Can you hear the music?
It curls up with the smoke.
Sunset's falling 'neath the horizon,
slowly now, we choke.

Grins are spreading ever wider,
so alive, this plastic death.
Stardust glitters in the night,
and this is all that's left.

Falling into the milkyway,
taste and touch the sky.
Wonder if this is how it feels
to falter, choke, and die.