He relishes in the dark
And lives among the dead
His presence is enough to cause the living dread
The assassinator of souls
And demise of men
He will strike, but you'll never know when
The fear of many yet the prayer of some
Known as the grim reaper
He'll come back again

The graveyard is his home
The dead are his friends
But today he stands among the silence of the dead
And wonders what its like to meet an end

With that thought in mind
He lights up his cigarette
Exhales the noxious smoke
And inhales the toxins
Whats fatal to the mortals
Is abortive on him
His heart is dark and existence is grim
And that burning cigarette is all of what he has

So he finds pleasure in its poison
And hopes to be its prey
Although he's aware
He'll never see that day
But that glowing cigarette
keeps his demons away...