Black Blood Avenue

[All: Signor Benedick the Moor]

Deafening darkness how do you do?
Pondering a pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue
Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day?
Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way
After all what can I say or do now that hasn't been done?
Seems like after all these years, yes, you've finally gone and won
The cataracts contract and now it's a fact that I won't be one
But two in the dark sometimes is twice of the fun
Drowning in the sun, the sun looks up to his mother
The mother looks to a bottle
The bottle looks to the brother
Like another opportunity to sputter out and mutter
But he doesn't speak up cause down is his bread and butter

*coughing*

Deafening darkness how do you do?
Pondering the pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue
Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day?
Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way
Now if you're here to stay, I've got only one thing to say
"No one likes a gwumpy wabbit"
Every morning we've gotta play
Skip rope, remote wrote slopes
Always become decay
In this way we catalyze our hourly dismay
Hold your hands against mine as we softly sway
Now that you're here, who can distinguish the night from the day?
The feel of flesh against mine
How I pine for the antithetical wine as I hold the time close
And keep the times at bay

*coughing*

Deafening darkness how do you do?
Pondering the pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue
Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day?
Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way
Desperately dying, deliciously death-defying
Performing perditious spying
Partly personifying
Despite dark and belying
And awkward ambilifying
Perhaps that- *coughing*