I've invited death to dinner
His presence is making me thinner
But I let him stay here
With or without my inner fear
Because what I want from him
Is something I cannot do myself
What I want is very grim
But it's the way I've always felt
His movements are slow, his actions planned
Playing the role of fate's hand
I watch in admiration; how he works
I'm sure the way he does it wouldn't hurt
Me at all; I just want to be free
Free of thoughts that would make me a sinner
He's finally ready and I can see
It's me that death is having for dinner
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