I was facing death
Straight in the face
A sigh broke free
Out of apathy
I lacked the words to say
So I simple shut my eyes
Waiting for my demise
But the reaper
He walked right by me
I spit to the floor
and called to the shade
"You *******, that's right, walk away"
His laugh was stark
But hardly chilling
And with his grim, dead, voice he spoke
"Just you wait, your day will come"