Sweet Mortality
Oh dear sweet mortality
does my pain taste of honey when it falls from your lips?
or is my suffering simply pleasing to the eye?
Is it pleasurable that my life is dancing upon your fingertips like flames
Struggling upon embers,
slowly turning to ashes
for from dust I came unto dust I shall return
but sweet, sweet mortality
do you wish to turn me so before my time?
or to scar me so that I go myself?
