Death is a figure I cant seem to shake,
trying to confront it makes my knees start to quake.
Death keeps following me around for fuck sake,
My soul, in pieces, he still tries to take.
Death is a figure that follows me around,
consuming all until all is lost in the ground.
Death is a figure who seems to surround,
and watches so quietly as my voice is drowned.
Death is a figure I can\'t overcome,
sitting there frozen so paralyzingly glum,
Death is a figure who lives off that thrum,
that feeling that consumes when you feel so dumb.
Death is a figure I cannot erase,
I look in the mirror; he\'s staring at my face.
Death is figure who lives off the chase,
leaving me stumbling all over the pace.
Death is the figure I cannot escape,
It keeps me more silent then a wad of duct tape ,
Death is a figure who makes my mouth gape.
And I wriggle and squirm; my lips mothing \"Rape.\"