Its a surprise I've lived so long,
since I am the one that hears death's song,
he says he calls me to where i belong,
but in my heart I know he is wrong,
Many times he has called me to sleep,
and would continue to get closer every time i would weep,
yet still, i refuse to answer the call,
I only wish someone near,
could hear his skeleton hands playing the piano,
a requiem so sweet, yet deadly to hear,
so that this next year,
i know I'm not alone.
