I go my way-may be

I go my way

Death wants to kiss me
With bruised lips
In the pointed face
But I don’t want to

Ha, now he sends high blood pressure
Cold sweat and chills
Dizziness and

Fear is his art
I can still defeat them
He remains a constant companion
Now he shouldn’t get me

Fearful of him dying
Is the wrong way
Maybe he likes to play
And beckons for fun only from afar

Don’t come from the other side
But from everywhere
I wave to him hesitantly
Maybe he’ll take himself free

Until I can welcome him relaxed
With him on you and you maybe
But when he draws one to himself
Is it too late to see him.

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