It's two in the morning
And something jolts you awake
It's death in a black cloak
He's sitting beside your bed
A sickening grin upon his face
He's going to take your soul
Before the sun even spills
It's golden rays upon the plains
Death senses your sorrow
And his chest rumbles
With doom-laden laughter
"You lived with no zeal
And you'll die with regrets
So many regrets"
And as orange hues
Lit the early morning sky
All that's left is
A hollow body in a bed