Passing On Lyrics

the thinning of skin
the shortness of breath
clothes hang like white flags
hold fast and hold tight
the end rides on cold wings
blood is bright as it shimmers in light
a face of a ghost takes it all in
the end of a year, the end of a life
age is a tyrant. diseased. empty eyed.
hands so less useful shake like leaves
to dress and fight our last days
amongst relics, heirlooms, a lack of an heir
we are born, we disappear

we are born we are here we disappear
the passing on
the parting shots
the last ditch attempt at staring life in the eye
one last time.
the ends' truth kickin in
the stomach churns
a sad repose as eyes turn down
a death bed. full. unknown.