Everything tastes of death today.
Trees bud, bloom, wither,
Tides advance and retreat,
Pulled by the scowling moon.
I feel the taste of disgust in my mouth,
My jaw judders with my heartbeat.
I wish it could be over.
I wish I could die today.

Everything tastes of death today.
I see the suffering and pain
Of everyone I meet.
I am everybody's hurt:
The murderer and his victims,
The rapist and the raped.
When will it be over.
I wish I could die today.

Everything tastes of death today.
I see skin-wrapped skeletons,
Animated, mindless, blind to their fate.
Their futile gestures beckon meaning
That is nowhere to be found
Beyond the horror show of now,
The horror of forever in this hell.
I wish I could die today.

Everything tastes of death today.
I feel possessed.
A malign spirit is forcing me
To feel these terrible feelings,
To think these terrible thoughts.
I am an open wound.
Everything that touches hurts.
I wish I could die today.

Everything tastes of death today.
I am a dead man walking,
I am withering on the vine.
So scared, so terrified,
I just want to end this now.
But I stagger on to the next moment,
Next thought, next feeling.
I wish I could die today.

Everything tastes of death today.
Sunshine mocks me. The sweet smell
Of dust on the road is ash in my throat.
I wriggle like a fish on a hook
To escape the terror in the now.
I run to the future
Only to find it waiting for me.
I wish I could die today.

Everything tastes of death today,
Of bitter herbs, of poisoned wine.
I have no desire; I want nothing

Other than what I cannot have:
Peace. Joy. The weight on my heart removed.
And all I have to keep me here
Is fear of death, of the great oblivion
Beyond my own demise

Everything tastes of death today,
And I'm condemned to live.