I Was Dead Before the Light Came

A spectral song hummed above the whole grave plot
As I was ushered into the cavity
By a show of grace (or compulsory display)
You were stationed to lay right beside me
First we spoke pretty small; you didn't feel sick yet at all
And I found the movement of your face mesmerizing

I got lost in your sea of curves
But I needed your form to be preserved
And I'll embody the archive before it's erased
Because what's a mirror supposed to look like anyway?

We turned to jeer at the bodies that brought us here
Hearing laughs from our invented audience
Then we traded digs at our personal superlatives
As if we had anymore need for preference

Then the sky synced up with the sundown in my gut
I can feel the nausea gnaw at my stomach lining
"So what do you think the last thing you'll be thinking will be?"
"I hope it's at least something more cheerful than dying."

Well, I'll bet you the stars
We'll be shrouded in lantern light as they enter the yard
And we'll drink their vials clean
And be cured of the chemicals as they let us set free

And we'll go down our own roads
That lead to our homes and those we still know
And we'll remember this night as some strange, distant dream
But I'll cherish the reflection that you cared to share with me

The vision ceased and my eyes were growing heavy
But I could swear that your stillness was smiling