For She is Death

Digging back into the unforgotten Wallowing in my own mistery The fruit on the vine has rotten The feeling inside this empty vessel is eerie Realization of my sweet demise Each day is a day closer to the reaper I seek the seed to plant the shrine But only to find that all is needed only to dig deeper..deeper..deeper.. The pain she brings with each exhale The crude smell of her approach The harsh sound of the harpies wail The sight of her black coach Reminder of the seasons change Each day I wait in patient terror To finally be released from this cage For her to drag me down...down...down into her liar