Do you smell the stench of death,
Creeping up behind you?
Always searching, always waiting,
So they can destroy you?
Destroy your heart, destroy your soul,
Destroy your very mind,
Manipulate you into thinking,
You must always look behind.
For you never know when life,
Will fade, and begin to foil,
And Death will take your miserable self,
From off this mortal coil.
So always be alert, ever watching,
For what your fear the most,
For you never know when the last thing you see,
Will be the rifle of a Ghost.