Is in the taunt string and the bow
Sitting quietly with anticipation
Between recognition and the know
The strength of the aim
The tremble of love arrows flow
The Art of Death
Is in the curve of the wood
The polish of the shine
Intent accepted and understood
......
You are considered expired by the medical community.
When your heat stops to beat
I beg to differ and say the diagnosis is quite incomplete.
For I see death in the faces of people every day
Slowly trudging through life having little to say,
They drink sadness when they rise.
And consume despair for brunch.
Melancholy is their choice of wine.
Anxiety sometimes their lunch.
......
From the wineglass of evil
Did they eagerly sup
Souls blacker than a night with no end
Flesh shrouded in immorality
Vacant, weak, and corrupt.
Cursed with eyes that no longer goodness see
Their hands were dead cold to the touch
Kindness and empathy were refused ingress to the heart
Already devoid of compassion and love
......
Is in the taunt string and the bow
Sitting quietly with anticipation
Between recognition and the know
The strength of the aim
The tremble of love arrows flow
The Art of Death
Is in the curve of the wood
The polish of the shine
Intent accepted and understood
......
From the wineglass of evil
Did they eagerly sup
Souls blacker than a night with no end
Flesh shrouded in immorality
Vacant, weak, and corrupt.
Cursed with eyes that no longer goodness see
Their hands were dead cold to the touch
Kindness and empathy were refused ingress to the heart
Already devoid of compassion and love
......
You are considered expired by the medical community.
When your heat stops to beat
I beg to differ and say the diagnosis is quite incomplete.
For I see death in the faces of people every day
Slowly trudging through life having little to say,
They drink sadness when they rise.
And consume despair for brunch.
Melancholy is their choice of wine.
Anxiety sometimes their lunch.
......