Death: Pain Is Gone

Crying tears of blood
Watching the Grimm Reaper take off his hood
Reveal his face of a crimson mask
Decaying, rotten ready to perform the task

He holds his knife up to me
I try to flee
But somehow I am stuck, My flee is in vain
This is driving me insane

I cannot run!
I cannot scream!
What have I done!?
What can be my scheme!?

Help, I want to cry!
I don't want to die!
But my cries are all in vain!
Now he's going to inflict the pain!

I cry crimson tears
I grab onto the thorned rose
This should protect my fears
The pain of this should outdo the pain of the blows

I look down at my hand
It's pouring violent blood
Suddenly I feel the knife land
My soul seeps out and the room is flood

Now the pain is gone
The hooded figure has disappered
In it's place a light is shone
I forget about everything I have ever feared
No more pain, no more weakness
No more shame, no more bleakness