Death is an interesting thing
it’s like a bird ‑ spread on evil wing.
If you give up it’ll take you over ‑
don’t give in, don’t let it win.
She’ll walk all over you,
Kiss death & you’ll turn blue.
She’s shrouded in cold
and darkness
She wants only you to caress.
She’ll smile all the while ‑
as She steals your breath away.
She looks innocent,
but if you follow her you can’t repent.
She will change your world,
and turn it upside ‑ around.
She looks good, yet evil is her ‑
if you enter in you better not fear.
Take your weapons ‑ whatever they are
if your not prepared you won’t go far.
She looks meek &
mild
but she’s not a helpless child.
wil becker
1992
