Murderer - Delineate

A man in his bed

So unwelcomed in his own skin

Waiting for the day he’d die

A figure without a face walked through the door

He said, «Visitor, is it safe to assume

That I’m as nameless as you are?»

Death took his cold grey hands

And made a home on the buttons on his shirt

Death had marked my chest and I greeted him

I fixed him a bed and sang him to sleep

If he promised to take me away

He opened his eyes and said in harmony

«Do as I say, and you’ll rid of your hurt.»

But, I’m forced to ask

For my family and friends

If I take it myself, am I murderer?

Bllow my name one last time

A man in his bd

So unwelcomed in his own skin

Waiting for the day he’d die

But death said «no.»

He told him that his grip

Wasn’t meant for him yet

He filled his head with ways to keep him out

Death had marked my chest and I greeted him

I fixed him a bed and sang him to sleep

If he promised to take me away

He opened his eyes and said in harmony

«Do as I say, and you’ll rid of your hurt.»

But, I’m forced to ask

For my family and friends

If I take it myself, am I murderer?

Not today, I won’t be a murderer