Haunted words
Haunted mind
Looking for something
I cannot find

Looking through the dark
Is the hardest thing of all
Trusting your instincts
But waiting to fall

I can the reaper
At the edge of the clearing
He knows what I know
He knows what I'm fearing

He walks over slowly
Not looking at me
But my surroundings
Waiting to be free

I try to run away
In slow motion time
I'm suffering the consequence
Of a high crime

Slipping through time
Falling through nothing
Tumbling through gravity
But not even rushing

This is punishment
Enduring forever
Forgetting the ending
Never, never

Still walking the reaper stands
Alone in the trees disappearing
He stands looking grim
And looking leering

His hooded cloak
Ripples in the air
The balances in his hand
Are equal and fair

I'm a goner with
Nowhere left to hide
Now he takes my hand
And guides me through the night

He's locked me in his chains
It's already be an eternity
I guess that's what's what happens
When you have nowhere left to go
Purgatory