in the hour before the devil finds i ve died i ll move slow as my ending descends from the pines because i couldn t stop for death she kindly stopped for me and she stole my breath if i m bound or gagged if i m lost or loosin i might want to leave from here until then i ll still be cruisin high above the atmosphere well i walked through that hour in a drawn out sleepless bliss blinking possibilites shuttered and ceased to exist like a prisoner of my personality my time had come and my body was set free i went easy from my body but harder from my ways i lived tall in this life but i was naked at the end of my born days when desperation rang long through me horses whispered in the distance and my body was set free