It creeps in the shadows.
It comes when your in the gallows.
It cames you with its soothing breath.
Is it death ?

You feel as cold as ice.
You know it will not be nice.
You feel its gental imbrace.
You know it will not take haste.

It creeps in the shadows.
It comes when your in the gallows.
It cames you with its soothing breath.
It is DEATH.

Mood: i hate the world