The Sound of Heels
Sitting, half unconscious, on a plastic chair.
Eyes wandering 'round; over here, over there...
Nervous fingers playing with a strand of hair.
Mind drifting off far, far away...somewhere.
I hear the sound of heels on the ground,
Most steadily walking around.
Weary eyes, eyelids become droopy.
The head on my shoulders is now too heavy.
Heart beating in slow motion, steadily.
Noises come from afar, faintly.
Yet I hear the sound of heels clearly,
Slow and steady, hypnotizing me.
And the world stops - as the wind blows in a cold breath.
A breath blown by the frozen lungs of Death.
I'm fading away, not knowing what I've got,
Fully deprived of any thought,
But the sound of heels
Rocking me to sleep.
The sound of heels,
in a slumber deep,
rocking me to sleep.
The sound of heels...
sound of heels...
sound of heels...
of heels...
heels...
heels...
heels...