Non-luminous

Die without a sigh,
Make it feel high.
Short and crisp
Deep and sweet
Draw the last breath
With the fast fest.

Long has it been said that life gets better,
How so when it's all bread and butter?
Pin the nails swiftly through the neck
Swing it quick and toss it till it cracks.

Bleed the guts out and feed the creatures of the dark
Let it sink all into the ravenous holes of theirs
Fill them up and get them bloated
Till there's no way they can see the day.

Remains occupy insubstantial portions of people's minds
What matters is what worth is left behind.
Faint traces of you linger-something incomparable to
Their inhumane hunger.