Radio

Play the radio on,  
Watch the melody warming up the room,  

Watch your shadow dance
condescendingly embraced

By the light dull,  

 

Rise to race the posthumous horse,  
As the raining drops caress your face,  

And the wind loudly whispers your fate.  

 

Rise to race the posthumous firefly,  
As his fly wafted in thin air no more,  

And no bright seen in the socket of his eyes.  

 

Rise to race the posthumous man,  
As the worms play hide and seek in his throat,  

And his pride was forever gone.