Do Not Fear,For I am right here.Darkness may seem close,But the light shines brighter.Evil may have lived.But it no longer has stuff to give.Stay true to your heart.Stay here where you belong.Do not fear,For I am right here.The monster is gone.Along with the flight.No longer here to string you along.And no longer to give you such a freight.No more will he take given life.No more will he take the happy and cheer.
If talking ever took us places,He'd be goneAnd we'd be closer than skin.If I stay silent,You get hurtBut believe my word.If I tell the truth,You'd might be safeAfter destroying me.If I explain what I know,You'd call me "Liar!"And outcast me.If I keep you safe,You would hate me.Distrust me.If I give you a chance,
TimeOne and twoThree and sixFive and ten.Nothing happens,For nothing changesAnd no one bothers to tryNot once since that day.Am I trappedOr frozen?Am I stuckOr caught by destiny?Time.Move alongOr be left behind,So which am I?
Take a hold nowOn the silver handles here,Six silver handles,One for each of his old pals.Take holdAnd lift him down the stairs.Put him on the rollersOver the floor of the hearse.Take him on the last haul,To the cold straight house.The level even house,To the last house of all.The dead say nothingAnd the dead know muchAnd the dead hold under their tonguesA locked-up story.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat
He wakes, who never thought to wake again,Who held the end was Death. He opens eyesSlowly, to one long livid oozing plainClosed down by the strange eyeless heavens. He lies;And waits; and once in timeless sick surmiseThrough the dead air heaves up an unknown hand,Like a dry branch. No life is in that land,Himself not lives, but is a thing that cries;An unmeaning point upon the mud; a speckOf moveless horror; an Immortal OneCleansed of the world, sentient and dead; a flyFast-stuck in grey sweat on a corpse's neck.I thought when love for you died, I should die.It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.