Clip, clop, clip, clop - the footsteps which creeping closer and closer.
Tick, tock, tick, tock - the ticking as time passes.
Whose voice is it?
Whose arms are reaching for me?
Why so cold?
Why so frightening?
Grasping me tightly in a deadly embrace
As the light fades from my eyes
A beautiful smile takes my last breath away.