Silent voices in the night
Beckon me toward
A slimming rite
The trimming of fat
My voice flies upon dead air
Ensnare
With a whip of spine
He comes to take what's no longer mine
A heavenly throe
Let your friction go
Be pulled apart and pulled below
Into spite
Something beckons me to disquiet
A slimming rite
Protect as you might
Call it obscene; this is no ritual
It's obsolescence
Dull
A hand reaches out; does it knock or knell
Still
I lay and I linger until no longer does the keeper tell
A slimming rite
Deny all you might
This is no ritual
It's retribution
Though you may not see it this way
Believe me, we are prone to decay
I know you may not see it this way
A slimming rite
Like candlelight
We all dim
By nature's right
It feels no pain
It is my time
Beneath will I be lain
Liberated bodily
An uncoupling of me
A perturbing view
Of the end of you
Afterlife is opening
An uncoupling I bring
The end now in sight
May usher in disquiet