I can feel it,
The dark mass orbiting around me,
Finding it to be easy for me to hit,
However zips past me like the ghost of a bee.
I can feel your presense,
The screaming of you name,
Reaper, Reaper, Reaper
The final blow to my heart and soul.
Your tugging me to the edge,
Where the sweet view of the skyline appears,
Pushing me down like gravity,
Where my body is left on the ground,
Motionless and bloodied as it lays.