Stoned Death

Edm is throbbing,
The vocals are changing…
‘Red lips always lie…’
‘Cause red lips,  red lips… have a filthy prize.’

What a tipsy song!
Along the herb so awesome.
What amazing beats-
To follow my counted wheeze.

Skrillex to my soul,
With a joint to roll.
I am dying I know,
Inhaling my last breaths.

The last joint is lit,
The last song on my list.
“Red lips always lie,”
“Cause red lips,  red lips,  have a filthy prize.”

I puff it out laughing at myself,
And rub the redness of my lips.
Life!  What a life I lived,
Welcoming afterlife with a joint-
I am stoned and relieved.

I have no one to care for,
No one to think of.
No one to give a fuck,
No one to say goodbye.

The words are ending,
Fuck! I am dying.
Another song maybe?
Shit!
Death doesn’t listen.

And the joint is over,
Skrillex is done,
The beats end…
And my life descend.