The Buyer in the Pyre

The Seller in the Cellar

A wine becomes better with age,
But once it's gone it's just the same
As a cheap, deficient case.
Drink a bottle, throw your checks
Under tables. Sometimes the effect
Is worth much more than the taste.

You won't be wasting your time
On me.
The bottle is empty
Cleverly matching the climb.
Falling.

You're too scared to show
You're too scared to know
What you really were,
What you really are.
Yes, you're scared to show
You're too scared to know
Who you really were,
Who you really are.
Your reflection looks consistent
Either way.

The Body in the Fire 

Time is money. You spend what's left
Of your earnings on a quicker death.
Shorter days, smaller checks.
Smoking burns the demons down,
But while killing them you kill yourself.
Better days, shorter breaths.

You won't be hasty
When smoke is creating those lines
Around your cheeks.
Your sight is hazy.
You tell yourself that everything is fine.
Learn to smile without the crease.

You're too scared to show
You're too scared to know
What you really were,
What you really are.
Yes, you're scared to show
You're too scared to know
Who you really were,
Who you really are.
Your reflection looks consistent
Either way.

The Buyer in the Pyre

Drink away everything.
Drown your demons.
Smoke away everything.
Burn your demons.
Wash away everything.
Cleaning the mirror
Won't make the vision clearer.
Your reflection looks consistent
Either way.

- afm