Tonight, I Die

Tonight, is the night, I'll hang by a vine.
Tonight, for dinner, on red crimson, I will dine.

Tonight, the vine will curl around my neck, and knot.
Tonight, my body will begin to rot.

Tonight, all my pain will fade away.
Tonight, my heart will begin to decay.

Tonight, my door will be locked.
Tonight, my life will permanently reach dock.

Tonight, my feet will dangle over head.
Tonight, maybe, you'll weep in my bed.

Tonight, maybe, you'll finally care.
Tomorrow, come to my funeral, if you dare.