The Last Question

Is it blood dripping down my nose
I feel warm inside
Am I dying? Am i?
Please don’t lie this one time
Yours eyes, sparkling blue
Staring at mine

Why the glow
Why not the pain
Why the snow
And not the rain

Cold eyes, colder smile
Jokers scrambling around
Dancing the dance of vile
I crawled near the fire
Fleshless bone only I was
Reckless ghosts they were

Why the dance
Why not sorrow
Why the glitters
In the maddening hollow

Spiraling shadows watching me
I tried to push away
Am I still senile?
Or is it just that
You all are dead as I pray.