My Keeper:

Set me in life,

Set me apart

From this death

I’ve grown to know

Death breathes within me,

Presses around me

Pervades my senses

But in the death that has

Taken my life and

Given me theirs

It seems the stolen

Life that has become

My own, it has

Run away with me

Made me the owned

But the death that

Speaks to me in

The still of the night

And the wet of the morn

Is still my keeper yet