Death is around you, watching your every move
He lurks in the darkness, waiting to pounce
His hunger for souls, your death will sooth
He has no sympathy, not even an ounce.
He can sense your fear from miles away
A sneaky smile will creep upon his face
As soon as he knows it's your last day
And swiftly he arrives, an escort to you resting place.
You may resist, even cry or scream
But it's really happening, he is certainly there
It may seem unreal, just like a dream
Well in fact it is, a real nightmare.