i walk alone in the morbid darkness of night
sitting on death's front lawn; candles my only light.
the flame illuminates the wounds on your front door
i'm haunted by the raven, saying nevermore.
as i kneel by what stands as your home of new death
all i hear is the echo of your dying breath.
days last no longer than that of a poor half life
as heart ache settles in, i suffer from the stryfe.
the reaper seems to follow to close behind me
though i can't see him, i know he grins evily.
stones surround us both and i prepare for his swing
i lay down as he proceeds with the heart shredding.
sitting on death's front lawn; candles my only light
i walk alone in the morbid darkness of night.

september 28, 2003
 
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