I've lain here, listening to the raindrops fall

As the devil calls behind me

Death awaits

But cannot claim me yet

If you've ever known the taste of death

It is bitter as iron dust

Hard as you try not to breathe

It forces down your lungs

What the eyes cannot see

That the soul cannot understand

What the doctors cannot save

If I'm lying here dying

I have but one thing to tell you

If this is the taste of death

Then in death

We are far from free

© 2005 Eugene Aarons-Cooke