I feel the reaper coming,
Coming to take my soul.
Feel the time is running-
Out, as each breath is old.
I feel the moments passing
As my heart turns to stone.
Feel the dreams aren't lasting,
As my mind burns cold.
When I am awake, I'm dreaming,
Dreaming of being awake.
I feel the cold hands creeping;
Reaching for my soul to take.
See you standing there-
And.. and I cannot stay.
Heavy is this life of care-
And, as is my heart this day.
Specters and echoes,
Looking to take my soul.
Lectures to let go-
Of when my story's told.
I feel you coming closer,
I will not. back. down.
The noose is dropping lower;
I will be finished, now.
-Corbin
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
I feel the reaper coming,
Coming to take my soul.
Feel the time is running-
Out, as each breath is old.
I feel the moments passing
As my heart turns to stone.
Feel the dreams aren't lasting,
As my mind burns cold.
When I am awake, I'm dreaming,
Dreaming of being awake.
I feel the cold hands creeping;
Reaching for my soul to take.
See you standing there-
And.. and I cannot stay.
Heavy is this life of care-
And, as is my heart this day.
Specters and echoes,
Looking to take my soul.
Lectures to let go-
Of when my story's told.
I feel you coming closer,
I will not. back. down.
The noose is dropping lower;
I will be finished, now.
-Corbin
