Death's Ride

Crimson liquids
That chase my dreams
Pouring on my floor
Death is riding
Hes on his way
To my dark dead door

He steps onto my welcome mat
Rapidly knocking
Grinning as he sees
The welcome on the mat is fading
And my eyes are black and cold
He laughs at my deed

Dark and cold
he gives me a hand
Snickering as we ride
Fallen on the cold dark floor
He came for me
The stormy night I died