Watch
Watch as the rigors of the dying start to quake
And the trigger pulled to start the ghastly stage
When the courtship dance of Death extends his hand to for you to take
Son, make sure you let the age subside to age
Watch as the eyeballs roll and peer inside the skull
Where the portal to the other world awaits
You can see the Reaper beckoning, dead reckoning the null
‘Cause the null and voided souls changed not their fates
Watch as denial swells to anger then accept
That all the miles you have walked flashed passed your eyes
Then up crept the sadness in your sockets as you wept
For you accept that everything that breathes then dies
Watch as your coffin burns, cremation churns the no-returns
The going-under solemn plunder thunder of the deep
Son, take the hand of Death and bow down to the hand that burns
Accept it son, accept the rigors, pull the trigger, let him reap
All he asks is simple son, he just wants you to Watch.
Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2010
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