At The Hospital Cafe

In the hottest depths of hell
That my being yet had been
He was with me at the hospital
Eating caramel creme

My face was the face of terror
Stared by an entire city
And though it was hard to bear
He glanced at me like I was pretty

One nurse looked me in revulsion
And my tongue went slightly loose
And I smiled at her convulsion
Like an outlaw at the noose

She was nearly saying prayers
I told her to get a grip
No one likes to see your layers
When the surface mask is stripped

In this hot decaying prison
I am nothing but a ghost
Makes you doubtful of the reason
That you're living for the most

Mind or body? Mind or body?
Which dies faster, who's in charge?
Who's the whip that whips the servant
Into keeping up the march?

If it's all about willpower
It's the mind that holds the reins
Yet the mind is such a coward
When the body is in pain

Weak flesh holds the spirit captive
Spirit tells it not to scream
Death sits next to  me attractive
Eating caramel creme

Life once got me into dreaming
But did not give me a chance
Even all the devils in me
Do not always want to dance

Yet I dance this dance so well -
Even those who hate me know it -
Waltzing on the way to hell
With philosophers and poets

They alone know how I'm feeling
Without knowing me or trying:
To be dead while you are living
And alive while you are dying

Them, and that one ghostly fella
At the hospital cafe
With the ghostly girl to tell her
She should live another day

Maybe one fine day we'll wake up
And this all will be a dream
You'll wear black and I'll wear make-up
Eating caramel creme