Death seeks those who know Him best,
It comes and buries itself deep in your chest,
You slowly die as He becomes free,
But there’s nothing to do, no symptoms to see,
You become depressed with thoughts of dread,
While He slowly makes His way into your head,
He can’t be stopped, once inside,
There’s no place to go, nowhere to hide,
Once taken over, you’re under His command,
And He won’t let you go “til you”ve met His last demand,
He comes to you as a friend at first,
But once He leaves, you’ll be in a hearse.