Waltz With A Mortician

Take my hand, or reject it, your decision.
Oh but dear, I'm the mortician.
I'll be seeing you soon.
Waltz with me under the nights full moon.
Silver plated tools hidden in my jacket,
Pulling a scalpel,
inserting it in your skull,
Forceful enough to crack it.
Cold lifeless body on the silver table.
Tag around your ankle & a label.
Dance with me, until the floors unstable.
Spirit in the night, fire burning bright.
Waltz with me, be my light.
Hush these voices in my mind.
Preserving, stitching, slicing, draining.
Undead, waltzing with the mortician.
Inside the morgue, a ball for the dead.
Dead or alive, making one final incision.