And your life says

Feed me Seymour

Before bighting deep

Deep into the marrow hours

At the very end where

Your palsied hands

Are not familiar

And your dreams are never ending

The clock tells you secrets

While the beasts in the closets

And under the beds of your memory

Gnaw and Laugh

But the only consolation is the picture

The faded yellow picture of a

Washed out memory place

That one place where your love stood

And now stands no more

Time has stolen her

Time has taken its piece of your sweet meats

And now it savors each minute

Of your breath, and memory

Don’t indulge the reaper

Do not play his game

Tell him five more minutes

And run

Death is not the end

Death is the interlude

What lies beyond…

In that shadow place

That house stands there

And I can hear the hell pipes