by candlelight

feel the warmth of my conclusion
melting into your hand
like candlewax or thickened liquid
as testosterone finds its resolve
in a perverse musical progression

and the sounds from my throat
are the fat lady's last words
dieing on stage from cardiac arrest

there doesn't have to be dysphoria
at the beginning of the end
it's the best way to go they always say
accept your fate as you have with
letting loose the demons from your loins

you growled like a lion when the heat was
at its meltdown point
now take your last breath with ease
and slip away into the dark with me, darling