死の宣言・Death's Manifesto

when all your doors
are burnt & dry
sickle sings upon your eye
& hangman's shadow whispers
on the wind
death will come
& rest her head
upon your chest
& you'll be bled
of all the sorrows
you have ever known

life is not
for you or me
for they've not seen
what we have seen
& yet somehow
we all end up the same