Earthquake

(Erika Poling)

Fantasizing about death--and oddly--being inspired by it?

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I’m a dreamer
A fake believer 
My thoughts scream so loud
They don’t need a speaker 

Look at the storm cloud
Forming right now 
Take a humble bow 
He’s coming, the Grim Reaper 

He hooks me with his eyes
Attracted to my demise 
Dreaming of death gets me high 
And I romanticize 

I pray the scythe, 
My soul to take 
Reap my life 
I’m not awake 

I pray sometimes,
My fingers shake 
Cut my time 
It’s an earthquake 

I’m not afraid to go away
I’m not afraid so I pray 
I’m not afraid to go away 
Now the sky fades to gray 
I’m not afraid to go away
The rain outside comes to play 

I pray the scythe, 
My soul to take 
Reap my life 
I’m not awake 

I pray sometimes,
My fingers shake 
Cut my time 
It’s an earthquake 

I’m a sinner 
The Devil’s winning 
Demons run their mouths 
Why do I believe them?

Move my lips, but there’s no sound 
So I go outside and walk around 

My thoughts scream so loud 
They don’t need a speaker 
Take a humble bow, now
I’m running with the Grim Reaper 

Never have I ever felt so low
He’ll reap and eat just my soul 

I pray the scythe, 
My soul to take 
Reap my life 
I’m not awake 

I pray sometimes,
My fingers shake 
Cut my time 
It’s an earthquake 

I pray the scythe, 
My soul to take 
Reap my life 
I’m not awake 

I pray sometimes,
My fingers shake 
Cut my time 
It’s an earthquake 

I’m not afraid to go away
I’m not afraid so I pray 
I’m not afraid to go away 
Now the sky fades to gray 
I’m not afraid to go away
The rain outside comes to play 

I pray the scythe, 
My soul to take 
Reap my life 
I’m not awake 

I pray sometimes,
My fingers shake 
Cut my time 
It’s an earthquake 

I’m not afraid to go away
I’m not afraid so I pray 
I’m not afraid to go away 
Now the sky fades to gray 

I pray sometimes,
My fingers shake 
Cut my time 
It’s an earthquake 
© Erika Poling 2019