Surprise Me With Death
In red up to the horses head
Or is it bridle..guess it don't matter
Dead is dead
It's all survival..Until you splatter
I witnessed the raven hawk
Upon my fairly worn bed
it was like he was out to stalk
or maybe to see if I was dead
I was hoping for authentic magic
Not this slight of hand fakery
To believe that fairy tales were authentic
And wonder, happily ever after could you make me
A ghost came to visit me again
Dead perhaps since 19 of 82, that of a friend
It's all over but the crying and embalming
Tears can't take away, a mothers cry never calming
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