20%

20%
The chance of death
The chance of mutilation
And a more awkward smear
Of the reaper himself
Who comes knocking at my window panes

*knock, knock, knock*
Expect me

Every night he passes by
With that awkward disfigured smile
He peaks through the glass
And smiles a smear of waiting

*knock, knock, knock*
Cast the dice

He wants to play chance
And try my luck in games
Unwinning and uwinnable
The doctor will serve me right

*knock, knock, knock*
He giggles
Not a word, just giggles

I am stone:
Unmoving and gray
And awkward even
And a smile above my head
A laughter even

I am stone
He is death
He smiles
And finally
I smile at him, too

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