While it’s quiet,
and spirits dance around me while I cry,
I hear so often in the night,
Death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.
It sings about the knot,
and the rope you use to tie it,
it sings about the freedom,
it knows that you are tired.
It sings about the buildings,
ones that stand up tall,
about the flight that comes with them,
about the moment when it ends it all.
I hear it’s silky undertone,
It’s begging me to try,
I’m in no two minds,
this was the last time I heard,
death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.