smothered by your infatuation

suffering from my intoxication

spinning, spinning in the rain

flinching, screaming from the pain

beckon with a bony finger

come and dance in the street

hear the screams

the tyrants

come and join the sirens

sitting on the other side

refuse my invitation

to cross the line

to come with me

to play near death with me

on the edge of danger

away from the stranger

you have become

to my eyes

to my heart

and to my mind