Is Death Here?
Sitting in a pub reading a
and the strong dark thought of
death comes to mind
that possible future of dying is strong
thinking it could happen at any
just one fell swoop of death could
come across me
and what's this
i cant feel my heart
is this it?
am i dying now?
that beat is invisible right now
i can't feel it
i'm scared i might be walking to that
death is on its way i ask
nobody can see me in the
so did i die here
am i ghost in the pub
will i haunt this place from now on
and i voice from the bar comes
would you like a beer mate?
and i know than that death has been
i survived that thought of dying
'yeah, i'll have another'
i'm safe now
i'm still alive and i feel it
i can feel my heart beating again
that thought of death and knowing i'm
it's made me respect being alive
but its always there
always round the corner
death with a hammer
death with a fist
death a pretty sheet
ready to put it over me
any moment it could come.
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