Before His Hands Form Frost Upon My Breath
Before his hands form frost upon my breath
And pierce me with his dark immortal night
I plan to play a game of chess with Death
Distant and in the dark he took my Beth
I fear not; but her eyes...this fright I'll fight!
Before his hands form frost upon my breath
Must I intake myself amounts of meth?
To win a match and moments more of light
I plan to play a game of chess with Death
My strategy shall speak of Cain and Seth
And Abel's life, trapping his king and knight!
Before his hands form frost upon my breath
Methinks myself more morbid than Macbeth
My throne is life, fear vanish from my sight!
I plan to play a game of chess with Death
Before my coffins' head is crowned a wreath,
Before my eyes evolve forever white,
Before his hands form frost upon my breath
I plan to play a game of chess with Death
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011
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