sorrow weeps

 
follow me death down the darkened corridor
feast your eyes on my sorrow so blue in its melancholia
 
will you receive me now or for joy of pain will you leave me linger?
 
your devilish mind designs torture of fortuitous surprise
lying in wait to harvest a soul on the chosen day
the Gods themselves foretell our time of departure
not a moment too early, not a moment too late
 
oh, death where is your sting?
 
will you tarry on the field reaping others?
 
leaving me to languish in my filth
I pray privy to your secrets
will I be ready when you come to collect the debt I owe
----a life half lived my great crime
 
my sadness weeps inside me
my grief has already given up the ghost
 
will you still deny me?