gleaming tears stream down her face, she cries and walks with her usual
deadly grace
Ever since he's been gone, she's haunted herself with her own
death song:
the grim reaper stares at me, he wants to rip me apart i see
every night i walk the streets in search of someone to talk to me
with no luck, the reaper comes, a sinicle laugh escapes his tounge
he drags me along, and I'm his slave, so much pleasure is all he
craves
before the night is slowly gone, i will be dead, i know by dawn


 
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