Your Death

You're falling into a internal hole
You don't fell whole
You can't finish
Any kind of goal

Your soul
Is getting stolen
By the troll of the devil
Everything is going out of control

Hearing the drum roll
Seeing Nichole you know
Your life will soon be over
You feel like a low achiever

You’re getting a fever
But yet your body feels so cold
You’re a believer of god
What the hell did you do wrong

You might as well
Go along with this death
As you think to your self
Felling your icy cold breath

The dark shadow deep down
In your soul
Is anything but a frown
And just like that

Their goes your body
Now all you are is a sprit
That is going to hell
Shall this be your destiny forever more?
Only time should tell