Death Sweet Death

Death sweet death, the visitor, dark color at my door. I'm hesitant to answer, for what I fears in store. With you I shall play hide and seek, so knock forever more. There are worse for you to take, please leave me, I implore. I know what life has got to give, I know of pain and sorrow. I do not know what you shall bring, to payments for my borrow. You seem so dark to dark to read, a shadow for the grave. Death sweet death, leave me to live, whats lost for if I stay? saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )