A creature falling victim of whim, I wade lost in shadow.

Feeling less than able to win in this plight.

To think I was immortal, I feel my senses waning.



Gate man starts to wave me in, says it's time.



I can't run and hide, no not this time.

Just let me go.



Don't you agree, it's best if I'm free to live?

Fear, I want to know what my future holds,

For tomorrow I'm Not Letting Go.



The reapers creeping closer, I feel his scythe is raising.

I'm slowly loosing senses, impaired I can't fight.

Dealing with the heavens to stave my end appearing.

Wish to spurn this harvest attempt at my life.