Close encounter

I glance out the window
I guess it is not time yet
but look the snow is falling
isn�t that weird it is only June

I walk down the hall
catch a glimpse of the clock
still not time yet
oh man where is everyone

sit on the couch
I never noticed how comfy it is
look at my watch, not time
is that the dog barking?

turn on the t.v only 5;00
will time ever hurry
who is that person dressed in black
whoever it is I don�t like him

beep beep it is time,
I pick up my coat
and head out the door
it is time for my finally

I get in my car
there is the man made of darkness
why is he in my car
I drive away so I am not late

the man of darkness touches me
the touch is so cold
I have to shiver
suddenly it is night

it is time to sleep
I might never wake up
the man of darkness pulls out a scythe
brings it up for one final memory

my last memory is death
of a blade gleaming
from nothing but sharpness
here it comes

I feel nothing but bitter hatred
I feel this is the wrong time
for my time to end
I have a right for time

not this time
I hesitate and waste my time
the blade shimmers then disappears
instead my last memory is of my love