As i breathe my last breath
I see the shadowy hand of death
His open mouth is like a black hole
As his skeletal hand moves over my soul.
Death, the cursed keeper of shadows
the last thing seen by men at the gallows
Over souls he is a fierce keeper
That shadowy ghoul known as the Grim Reaper
His smooth black robe absorbs the light
And his ice-cold scythe induces fright
I look at him with unwavering eyes
Knowing that he is to be my demise
That shadow named Death approaches my bed
His very presence induces my dread
My confidence dies, I lose my sight
As the ghoulish Grim Reaper holds me in fright
He places on my chest a bony hand
And the world around me starts to turn bland
The colors fade, and all sound dies
Save one lonely child's desperate cries
Then Death leaves, his conditions met
Since he has other souls to suck up yet
As he walks away, the Grim Reaper sighs
As the child who lost his parent now cries.
