My Death

A face I thought was gone forever

Here it is once again

When a memory dissolves like sugar in a drink

My fingers intertwined and struggling to keep it close

My death, it's a weekly occurrence

Entrapped in the ether

You occupy my dreams

When colors dissolve like pageant powder in a drink

Fingers intertwined and desire is the rope

My death, it's a weekly occurrence

My death, it's a symbol of my faith

We could be anything

Dead people, anywhere

My death, it's a symbol of my faith