You know who he is

He comes for me this nightly hour
i wait for him, showing no fear
but inside i cower, because my end is near

he creeps up like a deadly prowler
he slowly beckons my soul
i except his offer, yet so slow

i ask him of my final judgment
though i knew i was going to hell
from his silence, i could tell

i certainly knew my punishment
my fate was already decided
when all life in me had subsided