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