The wind it howls for blood.
That's not the problem.
Whisper to a flood.
Why back away?
Things you saw alone.
Bridge in the cold rain.
Who fell down?

You did, you did, you got so old.
Wrapped tight, shining, all set to go.
New words, roses, you wait they're lost.

Crystal threads of bone.
One word can snap them.
Another makes them whole.
Doubt locked in.
Beaming through the crowd.
Dance in your line, but,
Who broke down?

You did, narrow, and overgrown.
Safety cuts you, secure and cold.
Jaw tight, upright, it's breaking in.

Death is stalking you.
In your memory.
In the little things.
Death stalking you.
In a fantasy.
And reality.
Death is stalking you.

Gone and back again.
No time at all.
Beginnings never end.
But they can stall.
Stall but calling out.
It's hard to miss them.
Miss those scars.

Death is stalking you.
For eternity.
Let it be.
Death stalking you.
Let it melt away.
For another day.

Copyright William Echard