A Conversation with Death


I once met a man
Whose name was Death
I am face to face with Death
Death holds a nine millimeter

I say the wrong thing
Death pulls the trigger
A dog doesn't back down
A dog goes in for the kill

Nothing you say will stop the dog
Not until he has finished the attacked
Dog doesn't listen to reason
Death thinks like dog

Death has a friend
Who holds a cutlass to my back
If I try to run
Death's friend buries the steel into my back

My mother used to tell me
Dancing will save the soul
I see a girl
I grab her hand
We dance away
As if our hearts don't beat

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