I know he is here, I can feel his breath
He’s come for me and his name is Death
His sleek, fleshless hands are on my shoulder
The presence of Death is growing bolder.
Now he is here I live in constant fear
As I approach my end, I hear him jeer.
I can see a light that is coming nearer
His plans for me have now become clearer
He will not cease until his job is done
But does he have to have so much fun?
He holds up his scythe and adjusts his hood
And after all he is doing some good
His last words to me after his goodbyes
Were “so long kid, but everyone dies”