there's a hidden man
he a fan of mirrors
his first name be terror

see this hidden man be
like writer's block and white paper
like planes in skyscrapers

there's a hidden man
skin made of cobweb: an-other
no friend sis or brother

there's a hidden man
wenn er dich packt: renn!
there is a hidden man

he a cheerleader who
became the grim reaper

An unwanted presence is now tapping on the window. The sky has shifted in colour reflecting the imminent emergence of a dark and ancient being. I’ve not known it before but feels strangely familiar, I do know you but choose to ignore you. Your laughter is haunting. I cannot reason or bargain with you. You have a singular purpose governed only by pure instinct. I’m powerless to fight against something I cannot see. But you’ve always been there gently reminding me that one day we shall finally meet. Desperately trying to avoid you I lost my way and found myself aimlessly wondering a path surrounded in darkness and uncertainty. The sudden realisation that you’ve tricked me and instead of running from you I’ve been heading towards you. With each step the path behind me falls away, there is no going back. I am alone. I’ve come to the end of the road, I see you now.

The feeling I get is a sin but it takes me to heaven
My heart was planted here but no longer grows
Love flows but surely is not dying on a cross

Let the blood river run through me
Take my blues away
Move with me
Like the wind moves the Sea

I've seen the Reaper tear through my eyes
Flames splitting waves of time
Dancing around the trails of phantom horses

And my soul mate is dead and gone
I'll watch under the frozen river for him in Autumn
See him when the sun sets in Spring

Here I am again
Rolling out with the waves
It's pitch black and I'm swallowing midnight
I start to lower and become one with the body of time
Fear steps in and takes over
Like I'm some dummy in a ventriloquist gig

I see the lady with the blue flaming eyes
She tests me
God dangles the Holy Grail in front of my eyes
But I'm almost full

Here he comes
Blood gathers under my chest plate
Ash in an hour glass
I think I know him better when he's dreaming

What a tease
Waking moments
Longing moments
As I'm torn from his arms yet again

Below the window, scales glimmer with moonlight
Through the murky blades
As I welcome Death like an old friend telling jokes to fill the silence
The Dead come singing in tongues
The sounds amidst the field affirm that I'm not dreaming

Dusk is layered and securing my skin
A sweet kind of tune
In between realities
I've heard this song before

Like a drunken clown on a merry-go-round
Here he comes
Now I don't fear him
Shaking diamond dice and rolling snake eyes
I roll two sixes and I know it's time to leave this dream

Bringer of after,
I am not afraid.
For I am dying to know,
What is on the other side.

He stands there with a passive regard.
The silence mirrors that of a graveyard.
In front of a lit door,
enters the wintry air.
Extends his arm, welcomingly unbarred.

I wear the Reaper's desires, hide myself away
He cursed me with his shroud, I've become a Wraith
I scream ****** ******, his jaw forever grins
Everybody dies, and nobody ever wins

Short lived is our hope, and so we turn to faith
Making up our deities to fill the empty space
God can you hear me, howling winds respond
I grip a neck of glass, so the numbness is prolonged

I hate all I see, and I see myself in all
So I watch me **** everyone, in agony they sprawl
Nothing left but bloodied grin and scarlet dripping blade
The clouds cry my anguish, and pelt the muddy *****

Pretty roses splash and stain, madness left to claim the reins
All is shades of darker grey, maroon petals left to fade
Desperate fingers claw my flesh, this nightmare will never rest
For the shadows, they have spoken...and beast, asleep, has woken...

Death's flowing scroll
Aweing as you misstep,falling
In a loop which,once surpassed,
Is encompassed with laughter.
Glaring down,screaming.
You both scream in unison,so bitter
It causes the trees in the glen
To bend and whimper—

Flickering back in time for a moment:
Snakebones traced from inside the walls
Slithering malady for countless centuries;
Shedding it's calloused flakes from time to time...
What is that which the starshine overhead emulates?
Is it whiteblood or mere rain? lo,mere dust
Thrown throughout the black sky.

Death guides you to the brim of the cliff.
He is uniformed in your old clothes,brandishing eery whispers
  By the flick of his tongue. 'Scream now
And you will scream for an eternity.'

Blued, nickel reflecting light,
Shining on the Reaper.
Frosted steel
Open-mouthed,
Longing to swallow
A half-dozen biscuits

1 part Copper,
1 part brass,
2 parts lead,
1 part saltpeter,
1 part charcoal,
1 part sulfur,

The recipe for the dough.

Once masticated
in jaws of tungsten
It spits the metal bolus,
And gives new name to grim.

Fear is the trap that confines all
Fear is holding hands with the grim reaper
It will haunt you to your grave
Taunt you in your dreams
Tie you back with the strongest rope there is and the hardest knot to escape from
Fear takes no time to find you
Takes no time to hypnotise you
Distorting your beliefs, questions are all that linger
Yes fear is strong but we go on