Death Is Me

I'm in touch with the Reaper Grim falling under his sickle blade He is cold but I am not fearing as this life of mine quickly fades into nothing Animals to be seen have torn apart this timid soul Thinking that LIFE would be kind Somehow,the irony is under cloak and it does not wish to reveal himself My eyes become dark without sight vision dissipated as nowhere is felt The heart beat is less its rhythm is still quiet LIFE is not this person sweet I am to blame for every mistake that I have made Can you feel the cold draw near this blood of mine will not flow ever again DEATH IS ME of course it is!!