gerontion

skin

cloth and bone

they will be taken down to the ferryman

an old crooked lie

the fibers were underneath her fingernails

old and gray

into the grave

old and gray

into the grave

the taste and the name

have all but been swallowed now from the tip of his tongue

the sound of your voice

the screaming stopped ringing as he drifted away

old and gray

into the grave

old and gray

into the grave

never repaid the lives he took away

never repaid the lives he took away

old and gray

into the grave

old and gray

into the grave