Rotting away in a pile of waste
Where no men dwell, he makes no haste
His feet move to the tune of a hypnotic trance
A look in his eyes, puts you in a mystic dance.
Hold no fear, for he’s always near
When it’s your time, his footsteps you’ll hear
As calm as a daffodil, as tense as a knife
He’ll walk past you, with a smile in his eyes.
That is the moment in your life
You realize you haven’t done enough
Remembering the faces of the people,
Once you truly loved.
When those lingering fingers move down your neck
It starts to get cold with every breath
The last words on your lips try to escape,
But alas my friend, you reek of death.