• Awaken to the small cold world
    Your bones ache as you raise
    Not knowing the time is a small little prize
    Because you don't know when its time
    But hail and behold Old Brittle Bones
    A knock on your door, Who? No one knows
    So answer it and see who it is
    A dark tall figure with a big chilly grin
    He points at a clock " Times up old friend "
    He looks at a book and writes down your name
    He ask for your hand " Now off to your grave "
    And then you will leave all those things behind
    The family you never had will always be fine
    And then you realize and start breathing and coughing
    Its a little to late
    He has buried the coffin

    Demishae