Death's gaze

Where ever i go, no matter where...

I can feel someone stare...

Whether i sleep or am awake....

I can feel my life is at stake.

Inner battles with my mind..... I feel hands coming from behind

Fingers pale and thin as bone

Eyes all black and a voice like stone...

Comes in veil of rain, brings me glorious pain...

Rags of black and scythe in hand...

fingers clutch around the time and sand...

Crumbles dwell like crystal of snow

from my hands does now blood flow;....

In a bloody haze i felt the gaze 

of death breathing down my neck...

Welcomed by a chorus of cracking backs..

shrieks of anguish going through my marrow...

Rain pours down like a sea of arrow..

When i look up in the black sky

I see the hollow eye....

In the pool of broken youth

I found that which makes me ache and shiver...

Here i sit now upon a throne..

made from skulls, marrow and bone...

Carving my initials in the tombstone...

And i can still feel death's eyes gazing in mine.......