Since I Die Daily, Daily Mourn.

Here, on fingertips, death resides

here, the anguish doth not subside

heavy with such mystery

falsehoods of such alchemy.

Enter death, an eternal breath,

to capsize youth and end distress

fortitude be yours, O sultan,

without a wince, you bring the silence from within.

Thou art the work of holy men

with little insight from within.

An auspice thou protest

so quickly, thou must lie to rest!

Hesitate not, in mine eyes thou

art fair and generous

granting mystery to the gangrenous

and wealthy alike!

O sultan, O sultan!

deliver from this world to thine

a message for those left behind

Faustian letters do remind

of days of old.

O sultan! O sultan!

here I lie upon the zenith of death

coffins for my eternal rest;

at my behest, my arms criss-cross my chest

upon my lips, a whisper of farewell.

Goodnight princess. Goodnight, my queen.

~.

Love,

Digress.