While I'm sitting in this room,
I can hear the souls whispering to themselves;
The untold secrets of life and death,
And how they would slay me,
And rip me bit by bit.
I can see the dead creatures coming to life,
And taking shape in dark.
The fire lit in the fireplace extinguishes
By the screams and screeches of the ghosts;
The queen of hell stares down at me and smirks in a mysterious way,
The walls take a step forward,
To come closer to me
And strangle me with their bloodstained hands
Until I'm gasping for breath.
The howling of death has become my lullaby.
It teases me every night.
It comes closer to me,
Every witching hour,
And leaves me there,
Struggling for it in a pool of blood.
It digs a grave for me,
And plays hide and seek with me,
It turns my room into a coffin every night.
But it never shows up.
I've been waiting for it since ages.
Oh,
Death, my darling,
I have had enough of your game.
Open your arms,
For I want be wrapped in them.