Groping the floor, unable to raise
waiting, dreading an uneventful surprise
Death whispers into my bleeding ear
"You know that's a lie. Death you do not fear"
I grin- yes! I grin at his face
"I do not fear death, I but know my place"
He kneels beside me, a curious bete noir
With his bone hands, yanked me back by the hair
Nonchalant I wait and I watch well
"Dear Dark, girl is your rightful place hell?"
A scythe gleams in his hand that forcfully lessens
The pain in the heart of mindless oppresion
He smirks, a smirk of submission
As he brings the blade towards my neck to complete his mission
I scream awake from the vision of Death
I pause a moment to catch my breath
A dream, a dream! All but a dream!
No, I am awake now, things are as they seem
But all in the dream was not deceitful
True- life for me was never restful
I am what he said, unafraid to die
I smile, taking the oppurtunity to sigh
Time to rest, to rest for real
My lips curl, a smile around a cold barrel of steel.
