Shovel at Hand

the process of death

Wet by tears and stink of the dead
My hands are worn as my  eyes stay  red
Damn this quiet! the dead my hell
Their wallowing moans for the loved that fell
Haunting my nights and tearing  my soul
I pray for the sleep these cries have stole

I've patched them, I've cleaned them, to the digger they head
Heaven, hell, we all end dead

This is what's left of a man called Gray
Just another corpse in the dirt  to lay
He dies but his name shall pass
Dust to dust ash to ash

Reaper at my side here I dig through  dirt
Returning their  bones back to the Earth
Digging through dirt this box of dead meat
Rotting flesh here I lay under feet
A spider itch and my sore snake bite
Burying  their bodies by pale moonlight
Plot to be dug and a shovel at hand
Bringing  their bones back to the land

Hell and highwater descending through dirt
In death we learn we have no worth
Here it ends regardless the way
The rich, the poor, we all die one day
Dust to dust for their fallen they pray
To the fires they head or some cloudy bay
Here ends the tale of a man called Gray
Just another corpse in the dirt to lay

When the reaper collects where do they go?
Do they fly high or brought down below?
These are the things I think in the night
When I do dark work that'd give you a fright
The stench of death and a shovel at hand
Even I'll be returned to the land

I am the ferryman Hades' right hand
Guiding souls through this dark land
I am the ferryman two coins to pay
Grants you passage on your way
100 year walk or a two coin fee
Makes no difference to a ferryman like me
I row down the river Styx
Passing the hound Cerberus
No nothing of night and day
Live in a world dark and gray
I am the ferryman guiding your way
I am the ferryman why do I pay?

Tic Toc and the dead walk
Forever I'll lay beneath this rock
Just another deadman awaiting his drop
Once a man called Gray a rock of my name
When your dead where goes the blame?
I've hurt in life now I hurt so more
F**k what's here! beyond death's door!
I've lived a life surrounded by death
Although the reaper I'd never met
In the absence of life you've only death
Eternity awaits full of regret

Screams at my grave on a hallowed night
A lover returning to finish our fight
Life,love, was riddled with war
She returns here  tonight to settle a score
A final check to set the balance
From beyond my  grave the fallen's penance
In death a linger a linger of what slipped away
Forever to grieve on who I let stray

Author's Note

Maybe too dark for some