DEATH'S DOORSTEP September 4, 1982

This poem is the first I ever wrote. It was written when I should have been paying attention in class and was heavily influenced by The Doors and the dark lyrics of Jim Morrison.

There's a carnivalistic atmosphere
What's that deafening noise I hear
Life is gone, death is near
There is nothing left to fear

Death, my friend, is an old game
It answers to all, but has no name
Things are changing, they're not the same
Death is wild, hard to tame

So slip baby, slip darling
You're going deep
You're slipping into darkness
and your path is growing steep

Your body is decaying
The game of death you're playing
Darkness sits there waiting
Waiting for you to sleep

So slip baby, slip darling
You're diving deep
You're slipping into darkness
The path is growing steep

Go on darling, go to sleep
But death can dive so very deep
If you can, you must pray
Pray and hope, your soul you'll keep
Sleep...

Darling, you're falling from your prime and peak
Your mind is truly growing wearied, weak
The weakness drains away all that you seek
Death is going to be a treat

So slip baby, slip darling
You're going deep
You're plunging into darkness
As your path grows ghastly steep
Sleep...