Death at the Door - 27th August 2014

Death at the Door

Death is knocking at the door,
Don't want to let him in,
He wants less but I want more,
He knows about my sin.

Death is knocking at the door,
No place for me to hide,
I once felt rich, but now I'm poor,
He's soon to break inside.

Death is knocking at the door,
I can't resist, I can't delay,
I'm second best in this short war,
I'll soon receive my pay.

(Zayd Depaor - 27th August 2014, 6:46am)

AGEING LINES - 27th August 2014

 

AGEING LINES

More lines upon my face today,
I'm rushing to my grave,
More problems passed my way today,
It's time to hide in caves.

No time to sleep, no time to think,
Words grow dry before the ink,
Fading fast and dying faster,
Coming close to meet my Master.

Hair receded, growth impeded,
Bones are aching, limbs are shaking,
Memory faded, feeling jaded,
No more passion looks my way,
More lines upon my face today.

(Zayd Depaor - 27th August 2014, 6:07am)