When you hear death begin to knock?
What happens when you quiver in fear?
Afraid of the next tick of the clock.
Outside your door a shadow of death is cast.
But this image just doesn�t make sense.
You�ve never been a bad person in the past.
Using your solitude as your only defense.
You know what it has finally come for�
The moment you feared is now here.
Your hands tremble as you open the door.
Upon your cheek lays a single, cold tear.
As you open the future to what fate may come,
A sense of idiocy forms within your mind.
There�s no one outside your personal kingdom,
A child and a Halloween costume are all you find.
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