Gone . . .

Knock my friend,
Knock if the devil dares,
Knock in the infirmity of my mind.

Remind me, my friend,
Remind me, if the devil dares.
Remind me of the cold feel of my heart.

To feel the harsh certainty,
To feel it in my head,
When the cold barrel presses on my skull.

-BANG!-

Wake to the nothingness,
To the cold feel of Death,
Here I am with frightful fact.

Never mind the demon's voice,
He-can't-speak-to-me-now!