Creeping Death   By.Pyre
Lock the windows, bolt the doors.
creeping inland from the moors.
Death and destruction all i can see,
in this world that limits me.
Now come along and you will see, how what is here is ment to be.
Burnt alive, out of fright.
Creeping in on darkest light.
A chair before my 16 year.
A barren life, an empty death.
An exocutioners awful breath.
He fliped the switch, i felt the jolt.
NO LIFE, in death i can't revolt.
Is this true? It cannot be.
New life for you but death for me.