As I gaze outside at the gently falling snow
I see a shadow forming in the moons soft glow
Taking a shape that would make most men flee
Opening his dark, hollow eyes to look at me
There in the snow he stood. The Reaper. Death
Immediately I know I've drawn my last breath
Raising his blackened scythe toward the sky
I hear his broken voice in my head, time to die
Slowly making my way to the front door
I realise that I've no heartbeat anymore
Stepping out into the snow I quicken my pace
He whispers, placing a bony hand upon my face
You've worked so hard to just get by in life
Fighting through the endless misery and strife
In the safe, soft darkness your soul I now keep
So rest now and find peace, in eternal sleep