She sat at the bus-stop
waiting for me
her goal was set
not to let me free
I knew not who she was
just another person to me
I knew not that gruesome fact of why she was really here
though I wondered why she gazed at me with such piercing stare
To think I thought I would be going home
what a stupid thought to be said
because instead she would follow me and take my soul
it was my time
as soon it will be yours
and theirs
and soon you too will see this mysterious lady
this lady is Death as you may have figured out
and now
it's time for me to go
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
She sat at the bus-stop
waiting for me
her goal was set
not to let me free
I knew not who she was
just another person to me
I knew not that gruesome fact of why she was really here
though I wondered why she gazed at me with such piercing stare
To think I thought I would be going home
what a stupid thought to be said
because instead she would follow me and take my soul
it was my time
as soon it will be yours
and theirs
and soon you too will see this mysterious lady
this lady is Death as you may have figured out
and now
it's time for me to go
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