I stare deep into your ebony eyes
Not a glimmer of light is shining
Nothing is reflected in your gaze
And I realize who you are
You only came at my invitation
Standing before me at my beckoning
Peering into my souls deepest regions
I feel a cold that cannot be imagined
Your fleshless fingers point my way
The direction I fear to see
Still I must move forward
That is where my future awaits
There is no escaping your grip
There is no fleeing my destiny
Everyone will pass your way
My time happens to be now
I give you a weak little smile
But inside I shake uncontrollably
Just like a young child reaping his reward
For the actions that he has committed
So I meet your cold steely gaze
And I gird myself for the trip ahead
Everyone must make this journey
Passing from the living to the dead
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