Inevitable Silence

Like vultures they circle

Around his cold bed

Laid out already, empty eyes, Waiting, praying

The vultures pray for quiet, and forsake their own

Scared of their inevitable silence

Collapsed, fitted with blood

Flooding towards

Feeding what grows inside

As he draws the last breath

People wait, holding on their own

Taking over from the inside

Taking over, Growing older

Spreading further, People wait for

Taking over, Growing older

Spreading further towards

Turning over, The end is closer;

The reaper waits for the death rattle

Shaking, waiting for, the needle prick

When the demons come

And carry you away

When the demons come, to carry you away

Forsaken, left to bleed

Living life afraid

Leaving life afraid

Leaving life afraid

Leaving life afraid

Leaving life afraid