The Burgundy List

I tune in to the station of lament and death,
With a crippled visage and a most choppy breath.
The music leaves me untouched, like it never has before.
Instead of rising in new hope, I just sink to the floor.

Oh beautiful suicide,
In a note strung to ruin
And a piece played
To die.
Oh beautiful suicide,
You took my last hopes
In the blink of
An eye.
Oh darling death
Just come to me.

I flip a thousand pages telling pointless tales,
For I must now say it never rains; it hails.
I will kiss a bloody prayer in the most silent of tones,
Your past is littered with hurt, and a list of broken homes.

Oh beautiful suicide,
In a card played to lose
And a chance made
To die.
Oh beautiful suicide,
You are mine:
All mine.