Heading my way
Slowly creeping,
Closer each day.
With his skeletal face,
And long robes of black,
Once he takes your life,
You may not get it back.
I know my time is coming,
I've heard him whisper my name,
Do I give in or stand and fight,
In this life and death game.
Whats the point in running,
Or trying to get away,
No matter what you do,
Death will find you one day.
Sometimes death looks good to me,
Like a welcoming friend,
I long to open up my arms,
And welcome lifes bitter end.
But sometimes it scares me,
And my heart starts to race,
When I think that I can feel
Deaths warm breath on my face.