You are already dead

Now, my friend, where today?
Oh, I wish you'd come my way
Yes! So much fun we will have
Let's catch the body where it lay

To feel the need, all I desire
Face down, inhale the fire
Join me, run through the stars
Heap memories on the pyre

There she is! Grab the queen
No longer a belief in the dream
Fleeting image, fuels the mob
No more, the mind is now clean

by Dillon Wackerman