The Poet Of Death
I lurk behind your shadow
And laugh at you at night
I have a golden glow
Yet darkness is my light
My lungs are full of smoke
From your ciggarettes
And the heart I have is cold
Straight out of your chest
You never see me
Yet I'm there all the time
Searching for a soul
To claim as mine
Yours is beautiful
And I'd love to have a taste
Of the beauty within you
And that wonderful grace
Yet I'm dark and mean
Cold and have no eyes
Yet I see all
Your truths and your lies
I have a sleek flow
So unique to you
And my voice has a soft tone
So delicate and smooth
Yet its the mask I wear
To cover up the truth
So be aware
When you lay down to rest
Because you might see me there
The Poet Of Death.
And laugh at you at night
I have a golden glow
Yet darkness is my light
My lungs are full of smoke
From your ciggarettes
And the heart I have is cold
Straight out of your chest
You never see me
Yet I'm there all the time
Searching for a soul
To claim as mine
Yours is beautiful
And I'd love to have a taste
Of the beauty within you
And that wonderful grace
Yet I'm dark and mean
Cold and have no eyes
Yet I see all
Your truths and your lies
I have a sleek flow
So unique to you
And my voice has a soft tone
So delicate and smooth
Yet its the mask I wear
To cover up the truth
So be aware
When you lay down to rest
Because you might see me there
The Poet Of Death.