Perceptions

Everyday I get out of bed

And death gets up with me

Each day I eat a meal

And death eats with me

Each day I do my chores

And death does them with me

Each day I look in the mirror

And death is standing beside me

Each perception I am dealing with

And death is guiding me along

And with death my brain does follow

As I fall into the abyss

And death brings my mind along

As my health follows with it

And death puts me in a bed

Until I don't wake from slumber

And when death has taken me home

Home shall bring me peace.