(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17) br br When death is coming up your walk, br And you're unaware of his escence, br You invite him in, and have a talk br Which reeks of omniprescence br br When death is sitting in your home br And you're enchanted by his smile br He's been to places like Paris and Rome, br You ask him to stay awhile br br When death is leaning very near, br And your house is all aglow, br He whispers something in your ear, br You know it's time to go br br When death is touching you all around br And he plays within your head, br You cannot see, nor hear a sound, br You know you'll soon be dead br br When death becomes a part of you, br In the still of night br There is nothing you can do, br Until you see the light br br When death takes you to the place br Where you'll see the light, br You will not find a familiar face, br But you'll be too tired to fight br br When death begins to say goodbye br And says you're on your own br You watch the light, and then you sigh - br You see how bright it's grown br br When death gets up, and walks through the light br (Which feels like half-melted ice) br You follow him through to discover your plight br And find you're in paradisebr br Michael Troy Buffobr br