The Lady In Black

Here I am
Staring death in the face
Silently waiting
For its sweet embrace

I wait here
For the lady in black
With her bouquet of dead roses
To start my playback

The playback of my life
To show me all my sins
And all the times I've failed
To wipe away my grin

She'll replace my grin with tears
She'll laugh while I cry
Then she'll hand me a rose
And that's when I'll die

The End

3 comments about this poem Feed