I made a secret date with Death
and I told not a soul
so They would find it quite a shock
when Death should come to call.
Down my throat the poison slid
an act Death can't ignore
But quickly did the illness pass-
I should have taken more.
I found a place where I could jump
and naught would break my fall
it must not have been high enough
for Death came not at all.
I tempted Death with drops of blood
sweet and red and pure
but once again Death turned away
and left me lying here.
I tried once more, I took a rope
wound tight around my neck
but still He only shook His head
and gave me back my breath
I thought that I could find the strength
to surely bring my end
Now I am left with these dark scars
That only Death can mend.
- Jamie Pfhal