From the moment we become live,
Death is waiting.
Tracking..
Chasing..
Shadowing us throughout our lives from the sanctuary of darkness.
From dusty corners and darkened alley ways..
He watches, the Reaper waits...
It's all a part of his game love.
Were all just a pawn in play.
While he's,
Waiting..
Debating..
Whether he's..
Already grown tired of your existance.
Comtemplating..
Whether he's..
Decided to end your life, upon this very night.
So live each day as if it was your last, my friend..
Because your time,
It very well may have already run out...
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
From the moment we become live,
Death is waiting.
Tracking..
Chasing..
Shadowing us throughout our lives from the sanctuary of darkness.
From dusty corners and darkened alley ways..
He watches, the Reaper waits...
It's all a part of his game love.
Were all just a pawn in play.
While he's,
Waiting..
Debating..
Whether he's..
Already grown tired of your existance.
Comtemplating..
Whether he's..
Decided to end your life, upon this very night.
So live each day as if it was your last, my friend..
Because your time,
It very well may have already run out...
