My own death

As I stand above my lifeless body

My blood begins to curdle in my limbs

And my aching bones are heard clicking

On the second floor where I stood

I go closer to my dead like body

And it's weird so strange

I have this feeling

That I isn't dead

Oh my body 

Oh my sides

Oh my my body

My still cocked crooked eye

And just like that I pick up my handbag

My body begins to move 

Like I'm coming back home

Like an angel in the room

I really don't know

I see another body dancing where I wept

I feel the oak banister under the palm 

Of my hands

And dirt in my nails

As I slept

Oh my aching body

Oh my aching sides

Oh my body

My still cocked crooked side eye

Then what appeared in front of me Vanished and what was to reappear

That dancing angel told me I feared 

My own death