I'm paralised with fear
As death grows near
An icy path as he draws close
I deserve it I suppose
I wasn't an angel in life
I caused alot of strife
His fingers drag along the wall
Up my spine a chill does crawl
He stands in front of me
Say's " I've come to set you free"
He lifts his sickle removing my head
My body drops down dead
By Anne-marie Cockburn
