stands in the corner in all it's dark glory
casts it's dark shadow on every other person  
a child or an adult  
it doesnt matter
kisses them with his tempting lips  
to **** the life out of them
gulps down their bright souls  
to turn 'em as dark as his  
smiles liks a maniac  
wonders who should be next  
compassion is something he doesn't know  
sympathy is something he doesn't show
he plucks life as if it's a flower
loathed more than he is loved  
some don't want to be near him
some long to meet him  
but he is death
inevitable he is
so,
no matter where you go
no matter what you do  
he will find you  
he will follow you  
with every breath you take  
and every step you walk
sooner or later
expected or unexpected  
whether you like it or not  
he will
and the day he does
you will beg for him to wait
but he will just laugh in your face  
and pluck you out like a petal  
from a rose