Haunting Death
Oh, how I have fright
For the death dance by me
When I sleep at night
The shadow I bear to see
The evil haunted tone
I know death is near
Gives me a chill to the bone
But death's message isn't clear
Oh, how it haunts me
Day by day goes on,
I still wake and see,
Death is not gone
At last, my soul is taken
My body; gone
For now, I have not awaken
Officially, forever I'm gone
Now, I can't wait,
To be with my death mate
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