The reaper knocks at my door
drunken on the floor
a faint whistle creates ripples
in the silent sky,and as I die
tonight I am so much alive
The wolf howls at the moon
maybe he says “See ya soon”
mad drummer of my heart
refuses to part with it’s beat
dreams sweet, hung over threads
bleed…as I sleep
He knocks at my door
he had come sometime before
a pipe pressed betwixt my lips
as thoughts of you slowly slip
in an unconscious rush…
so darling hush!
The reaper knocks at my door
here on the floor, die as I
ripples in the sky
tonight I am so much alive….
