Death Comes on Silver Wings --------------------------- With every day, death comes in Golden Chariots - on Wheels of Fire - drawn by Nightmares - across a gray land, life-draining, drawn by Spectre's hands. With each step, death comes - in black boots - clad in rusted iron - bound in chains on blazing sepulchur. With each cigarette, death comes - wisps of smoke losing cohesion in the wind - coils of gray entangling the lungs - stopping the heart, strangling. With each thought, death comes - as a stone breaks still water's tranquility - broken mirrors, shattered dreams - lieing dead, broken on the floor. Death take me on your silver wings to the place no mortal knows. Hidden knowledge, truth I seek as my sacred candle glows -- and goes out.