Tonight Shall I Dine

Breath slipping away,
Neck with scratches from fingernail.
Further and faster I sway.
Tonight shall I dine in Hell?

These chains torn apart,
Torn from those ties that bind.
Mending my own broken heart,
And away from who made me blind.

Whose gentle touch I always loved,
Whose words often I cherished.
But like the cry of a dove,
These words and touch have perished.

As breath ceases to exhale,
As heart ceases to beat,
Tonight shall I dine in Hell?
Shall I withstand the heat?

Eyes closing, heart stopping.
Neck bruised and impaled.
Towels used for blood sopping,
And tonight shall I dine in Hell?

Will you be there?
Where shall be you?
Shall you see me there,
At the oh-so-unpleasant view?

And as I slip into the dark
Shall my possessions you burn or sell?
For I lurk stealthily as a lark.
And tonight, shall I dine in Hell?