Death!
Death I see your wretched face, your hated features lined dark with lace. Even at my youthful age, I feel your lustful hands reaching out for me.
And as your nails rip my skin, I know the pain of all my sin. As your grip gets stronger, tighter, my few hopes dim even furhter, till dark is all I see.
Then dear God,,,
Set me free.
ShadowWolf.
