Death
Wearing white dress and walking black paths.
Back from rocks. The death wearing black, black mask, men leaving their towers.
T he victim wearing red velvet, walking in land that black orbs and death wearing black.
Death wearing black and I am dead. Still dead in my eyes, thoughts pass this mind, strong ways and spooky plans, to trick the death one and for all.
And I am sitting in my dark room, keeping count, the death wearing black, why?
The death wearing black and I am dead, oh that’s a lie.
Oh why lies. Oh just why lies. I hate loving lies.
….and I am dead,dead,dead,dead.