cheating death, we flippant specters 
(spectators) 
bid all you'd like
this soul isn't for sale 
and how ironic
for these vapid words
to nail me hand in hand
(rotting, blood caked, boards)
vainly, fingers caressing 
veins and death gripping
one night stands.
you can hide
but you cannot run
so stay hidden
while you play god
and i pray this is never done