Held in the grip of the Reaper,
I watch my friends slink away,
My parents, my pets, my loves,
Gone in the sea of time.
Death oozed its way under my door,
Grim's stale stench suffocating me,
But at the last moment it runs away,
Frightened by the joy my soul emits by seeing him.
But I cry as another victim is taken,
Cancer eating away their skin,
Drugs overloading their system,
Hate destroying their soul.
I'm jealous of their death.
They're able to leave this place.
The one that's destined to tear me down,
To take my friends, and keep me here.
I'm left alone,
Forever seeing Death,
Unable to stop it,
Unable to feel its embrace.
Another tear rolls out of my eye,
My heart shatters again.
Someday, my dear Grim Reaper,
You won't be able to hide.
