Death

It’s all flashing before my eyes I can’t see clearly because of the tears in my eyes He breathes on my neck, causing my skin to crawl speechless, at what I see the reflection of the man myself, it’s me Shhhhhh I’m scared, and he knows it. He haunts me, shadows me everywhere I go. I can’t say I don’t like it, but I’m afraid because no good will come from it. Muted, I am. My audience keeps me muted! My killer is silent I can only feel his presence But I feel my time hasn’t come just yet His voices whisper to me B-jay don’t fret He says it’s natural of you to feel this way But in time you’ll come around, 3 days to the day I’m cold; I have goose bumps on my body Mirror Mirror, tell me what you see It replies, nothing as far as I can see I only see the future it went on to say And yours isn’t bright, 3 days to the day There is a bounty on your head And your time is almost here But 3 days isn’t enough I replied He said but you’ve had 23yrs After all this you still can’t get it right Ahhhh, but 3 days to the day, it’ll be over that night If that is my fait I’ll accept it But don’t think, it’ll be over that quick For I’ve still have 3 days until that night When that bounty hunter comes To get what he’s looking for I shall put up a fight; 3 days isn't enough time, I need the rest of my life