Expired Trinkets

Expired Trinkets



Death follows-

right behind you.

Tip-toes

He's creepin'

Spy when he must.

You might even be sleepin.

Gleeming

He's knowin

You fell and are stuck.

Even the tough outta luck.

As your pain gets deeper,

out steps the reaper.

Into your dreams he settles you,

so unclear, wallowing-

denying our fear.

Haunting and taunting-

he's lurking

he's stalking

Don't listen if he comes a knockin'!

You hum those sweet prayers,

those nursery rhymes

and anything peaceful to pass the time.

This distraction might work for a minute or two-

but what now should you do

when your senses are triggered 

to the drug's sweet intoxication,

speaking straight to your disease-

bringing you down to your knees?

You ain't goin' on no airplane, train, or bus.

So there's no need to rush,

'cause this ain't no ticket-

the only road it leads to is nowhere.

So make these expired trinkets!