Death wears sneakers
Fastened tight
Leaving wounds
Wronging rights

It sneaks around
And doesn’t care
About what’s left
And what’s to share

It doesn’t knock
It barges in
To take it’s claim
To sate it’s yen

Not bound by locks
Or siren’s blare
It leaves a mess
It doesn’t care

Don’t forget
To right your soul
Keep in mind
Who’ll pay the toll