Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
they eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes.
Crawls in your stomach in out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
and pus pours out like a whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And thats what you eat when you are dead.
Alone and afraid on a dark cold night
Reading of ghosts and other frights
Knowing not of the things to occur
I alone in distress, no means of succor
As I sat in my house so cold and alone
There entered the air what chilled my bones
It came as a wail so strange and eerie
But to believe my ears? I was yet leery
Yet in me still was this strange foreboding
I could not shake it this awful moaning
And then there came this sinister laughing
Still I shrugged it off as innocent chaffing
And I look back on it now what a fool was I
For my instincts rang true, they did not lie
It would not leave me this sinister sound
It seeped through the woodwork, followed me 'round
And thus the fear welled in my soul
I, trapped and alone in my mind's hell hole
I realized my folly this was no game
For in Death's black book must lay my name
I screamed in fear as it neared the door
Screamed aloud, No more! No more!
Naught to separate us save the wall
I tried to run only to stumble and fall
And then Death came, no thief in the night
In his fiery eyes I could ready my plight
His grinning skull, the bloody sythe
All poised above to steal my life
I closed my eyes accepting fate
But so early in life? Why not late?
I want to fight, yet know it's in vain
I bow my head, let there be no pain
The rush of air comes to my ears
The blade! the bloody blade comes near
A stunning blow comes to my head
In a cold dark room a man falls dead
A scepter glides from a silent room
He leaves behind his mask of doom
Another life from this earth is spurned
In death's dark book a name is burned
by Greg Wolford
