Partying with spirits

a lick up the arm from the bottom across the table

not exactly sure this feeling is stable

but the warmth of another keeps finding its' way

feeling like tiny, pretty, tasty prey

up the hill is a bench over the city

not sure what is their top priority

music blaring in the ears of the dead

can't help but to linger on this dread

i feel their lust surrounding the air

i bet what they see seems utterly fair

but what they do can't take away this burn

this will one day put me in an urn