He can't stand their sobbing
Their howling and their begging
When they realise their time has come
And there's no running from him
They plead for more time
More time to love
More time to repent
More time to forgive
More time to appreciate
And more time to live
They always knew their time would end
But never are they ready to fall
Into the sweet cocoon of his embrace
Some fall gently into his open arms
Whilst others have to be beckoned
By his *deathly charm
If death were a person I imagine this is how he'd feel