It creeps inside me
All day, all night
I crawl up close to my bedside
He’s all that I see
Face pale, soul fright
I do fear now this time he died
I just want to be
His guide, true sight
I’m Death, though I can give him life
Walking beside me
In death, no sight
Upon my faithful steed, We ride
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
It creeps inside me
All day, all night
I crawl up close to my bedside
He’s all that I see
Face pale, soul fright
I do fear now this time he died
I just want to be
His guide, true sight
I’m Death, though I can give him life
Walking beside me
In death, no sight
Upon my faithful steed, We ride
I’ve been working on this one for a while but never got the right words to finish it. 5 years later it just kind of came to this.
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