I'm the reason why they say death comes in threes.

I’m the grim reaper that will become your keeper and when I leave, you’ll be begging to meet your maker.

First, I will fill your head with lifeless words so it paralyzes your brain.
Every second I'm not around is a second you’ll be less sane.

Then I these words will poison your heart, so there is no chance it will stray away.
Parts of who you used to be will now start to decay.

Finally, I will finish the job by stealing your soul.
Killing you off in threes will be my end goal.