Black Swan
I drowned in my own demise;
I've danced with him all my life.
I've watched the world spin round and round,
I'm going weightless by the pound.
All that's left is the precious sound
of children's screams.
This life is not as it seems;
The blood falls in heavy streams.
I've listened to the beat of drums,
I've taken in the silent strums
Of bourbon, scotch and formal rum
that drives me mad.
The ghost of an empty tale;
It's vacant to no avail.
I've looked into the face of death,
I've seen what hasn't happened yet.
All that's left is to pace around
and wait for him.