The Delta

I found out one morning I’m a dead man walking Flesh was hanging loosely From the start I restrained from mourning ‘Cause I don’t mind talking To the Pied Piper In the dark Chewing the bone from my Moira ‘Cause a boy saw Living this life was awaiting a buzzsaw So I write every single rune like I’m dying Better know if you see me in the booth I’m trying I’m living my life Like an old man On his death bed Reliving his youth Keeping all of the vigor, discarding the ruth Knowing that the Reaper forsakes not a crop in the field, forsooth I found out one morning I’m a dead man walking Flesh was hanging loosely From the start I restrained from mourning ‘Cause I don’t mind talking To the Pied Piper In the dark From your birth Demise was on horizon Dure the dearth And your soul’s fit for risin’ Set fire to boats and then all of the bridges So I have no hope of retreat I, beckon for bruises and all of the stitches ‘Cause I like the taste of defeat I, admire my nightmares ‘cause I wake relieved Can’t say the same for my dreams though I like to open my eyes undeceived Smiling opening window I woke up one morning To see Reaper stalking All the darkened corners Of my heart I didn’t show the thorning ‘Cause I don’t like sulking E’en when bitten By the viper smart Burning my roses afore they’ve all wilted ‘Cause I knew their fate all along I see the deltas afore they’ve all silted And join the dregs where I belong What I write is my encumbrance Please don’t bear my load At my side is stark remembrance Lo, my pen’s ne’er slowed I found out one morning I’m a dead man walking Flesh was hanging loosely From the start I restrained from mourning ‘Cause I don’t mind talking To the Pied Piper In the dark