Steps on a stone floor
Steps on a stone floor, closer, faster,
He has come for me, he, my master.
The trees shudder with wind in there leaves
The street is empty of fools and thieves
who disregarded him once. Grave mistake
They all sleep silently in the depths of
the lake.
Running is such a senseless motion,
Free from reason, filled with emotion.
And so I stand here, waiting, leaning back
and forth and staring into the pitch black.
Frustration, fear? Feel them no more
I can here the steps on the stone floor.
A cape made of shadows as long as eternity
Follow the figure of spine-chilling
serenity
The eyes piercing me right through the
heart
Sharp, sharper than a poisonous dart.
He touches my hand and it instantly goes
cold
The secret of death is about to unfold.
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