Do you ever feel like your being followed what a shame.
You turn around and no one to blame.
You turn around,every things the same.
You hope its just your imagination,
And yet, it's not...
You turn around again and no one to be caught.
You knew something was wrong.
You just didn't know what or who.
Now when you are walking down,
You don't want to make a sound.
You want to be hear like a hound.
You see a faint shadow in the distance.
Crashing,screams a beam of light.
You see a dark shadow approaching you.
You hear a sharp pricing sound.
You look around,a ghostly voice whispers in your ear.
It was the death whisper,of the Reaper.
You start to run,
You turn down a dark ally way.
You knew he was still following you.
A cold sharp blade touches your neck.
You close your eyes.
You wander whats going to happen next.
You don't know what's going to happen next,
Because you cant open your eyes....
You've gotten the death whisper.
