dreams of sticks
dreams of stones
dreams of rivers
flowing with bones
A blackened heart
with crimson galore
burns down deep
but beats no more
wrapped in flesh
stone cold soul
struggles within
and pays the toll
sweet tasting life
it yearns to touch
Grim Reapers digits
reach out to clutch
lips of pain
brush by cheeks
immortals touch
leaves bloodless streaks
Lady of Death
leaves her mark
upon the brow
in silent dark
the icy touch
crawls down our spine
he's not our friend
this father time
no mercy bestowed
no joyful moan
no tears to drown
this painful groan
so let us go
into eternal sleep
the lives we've lived
we shall reap
