My Songs

Doorknobs glisten, Just as greedy souls listen To my songs, my songs of death, As every other soul slept, unknowing of my theft My theft of thoughts, my theft of metal, My theft of a gravestone’s flower petals My lips are crimson, my flesh is stone, The dead are awaking and are avenging my loan My makeshift life, one with a cost, And my debt is to the collected, and my life, lost As I retire, the circumstances dire, I realize that fate has been altered, And those avenging my life have ominously faltered So somehow, I’m free, Though now it’s clear to see I’m more miserable than at the start, I was a thief who stole hearts and now I dart Away from the cold, away from the fear, Away from the heat, from the deadly sear Away from the fright, that’s somehow effervescent and near Away from my life, that’s sadly ending here