Death II

The body twisted, hands outstretched,
Hands raised to God, you sorry wretch,
Your fleshless skull, your toothless grin,
You laugh at life, to us it’s sin,
You watched your life force flow away,
Down a drain, from severed vein,
The bloodied knife still in your hand,
Your life departs this final stand,
You ask yourself just one last thing,
As the telephone, it starts to ring.

“The person who is calling you,
Have they ideas at what you do?
Do they think you'd really dare?
Do they worry? Do they care?”

This question rattles round your head,
Your last thought for you’re nearly dead,
You know the answer, life must go,
You know the answer, yes, it's no.