My feet, they jump at the site of the black robe.
His knife swing up to shred through the air I breathe.
If in my dying breath I have but few words to say,
I would state, "Dear mother, dear father. Dear family I haven't seen,"
"You will remain in my heart, as my blood leaks through my scream."
I do not turn my head to look back at the man I run from, now.
He chases me, so slowly,
but faster than I somehow.
Each creak of the stairs, each crash of the floor,
my heart pounds faster.
Until his blade touches and pierces through my skin, I will never be truly afraid.
He can take my life, and dignity perhaps,
but the bond that lies within my heart,
no body can collapse.
If I am spread across the floor, my chest spilling out the waters of what to me, now is gray,
but what was once red in the eye of the man,
until his heart sees his evil,
and until he meets his time.
You can hide from problems, or people, or a life,
but you cannot hide from the clock,
as it ticks and tocks and ticks and tocks,
each second you are closer to death.
Each second you die a little more,
not just in your mind, but in reality.
No one can escape time, so as you lie on your death-bed,
cruel man, bringing to an early fate,
know I'll be watching over you, as you struggle to elevate,
and fall in the guilt and sorrow you wish you could take back.
So regret it, or let me go.
The choice is really yours, but even if you set me free,
you'll know your a horrible person, even if doing the right thing.
Do not take your own life, there is room for change,
but will you be forgiven?
By your friends, and family, but by yourself?
So think, before taking another step,
and concetrate on what you wish to be.
Perhaps, its too late.
Perhaps, your already evil, and wicked inside.
But you refuse to recognize it.
You'll go mad with your own brain, driving you to the ground.
So sleep with the fishes,
below the Earth, and hear the song Death sounds.