This pain is draining me… Disturbing, everything I see… Pulling away from my mind, And turning me blind My emotions are shielded, From anything but hate I can smell the reapers breath… Cold as ice against my neck… Death is coming behind my back, Its bony fingers touch my skin It’s sickle slicing through my kin This pain is taking over me Death is coming for me… For it’s the last, that I can see By: Death Omen
