For the Departed - Shayfer James

Just a moment dear

I hear someone at the door

And the beating of a heart

That I hid beneath the floor

They’ve come for me love

Save yourself

I am far beyond repair

They will bury me alive

But I’m not inclined to care

I am too far gone now

So dry your eyes and count to ten

They’ll have me on the pyre by then

Forget the man I used to be

You’ll move a long more easily

A moment dear

I hear someone in the hall

And the plundering of promises

We hung up on the wall

They’ve come for us love

Save yourself I am bitter to the bone

And I’m growing rather fond

Of the wandering alone

I am too far gone now

So dry your eyes and count to ten

They’ll have me on the pyre by then

Forget the man I used to be

You’ll move a long more easily

Now I must finish what I started

I’ll write a symphony for the departed

I have no time for second chances

So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

The scene begins

Your cries become the wind

A desperate plea best left unheard

Then my contrived goodbye

A poet’s pantomime

A drunken jester’s final words

Just a moment dear

I hear someone at the door

And the beating of a heart that I hid beneath

They’ve come for me love

Now I must finish what I started

I’ll write a symphony for the departed

I have no time for second chances

So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

Dry your eyes and count to ten

They’ll have me on the pyre by then