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I watch as a dark figure approaches A figure whose face is shrouded in evil and darkness He is the silent stalker The lifeless wanderer The one continually approaching you Always following you His icy and raspy breath dancing about the back of your neck Whispering in his menacing voice Telling you that he is the judge, jury, and executioner And he faintly tells you that your time has come And that your soul is his Fore it is only now that you peer into his eyes And at that moment you feel as a cold chill spreads across your body Your skin turns a deathly pale And your eyes widen into impenetrable black holes Now is when he sends is dark deathly shadow to consume you And all the while your flame of life flickers and dwindles As a cold menacing darkness numbs your limbs And with one of his breaths your flame of life flickers out Only to be replaced by a black flame of death A flame that burns uncontrollably from within A flame that incinerates all the love and faith that is inside Leaving you feeling void With only evil and hate left to reside within you And all the while your gasp for a breath But you feel as a flood of water pulses into your lungs Suffocating you Filling your lungs up with deaths icy breath And with the last of your breath you call out for help Asking god to send you his grace Asking for a way out to escape the evil and hate For him to free you from deaths crushing grip But his grace could not be found And you continue to waste away You feel as your heart is poisoned As he reaches out to take your heart away And beat by beat you hear your heart slow Until it is gone Now nothing is left but emptiness and silence And inside you have no soul No life Nothing but a body made of ash An ash that's scattered away Leaving you to be nothing more than a distant memory A memory that will soon be forgotten...... |