Michael Edwards

HE EARNS HIS FEE

 

 

 

HE EARNS HIS FEE 

 

Distrust my soul, all faith is lost

my skull is crushed, a broken spine

and locked inside to burn and rot

my ribs are breaking muscles tearing

 knotted hate once germinated

leaving now as death is creeping

in my eyes a milk white space

the reaper earns his fee.