Ditch

I'm going to die in a ditch.

Would you like to join me?

A wet romp in yesterdays rain

is a cold way to keep warm. 

It will make us sick together forever. 

I don't know any ways to stay strong

and keep singing. But nothing matters now. 

My mind is gutter friendly 

and my fiend's frivolity 

is a cornered stone that's crumbling. 

Join me in this vent and we'll pretend we're skydiving:

freely falling until the rocks catch us

and forget the past.

I promise it's safe in the toxic reeds. 

Hold me tight and drown.

It's safest when you're in absolute danger.

No one goes looking for the attempting dead

among the dead.

Only accidental headlights will bother us now.

We'll fall and scream and burn, 

freezing together.

It's better that we fail

and lay down together then try, right?

Right?

I don't have anything left. 

Please join me. 

Then we will screech a sore throat song

and the world will fade to black without us.