The hand that reaches out
The death that touches me
The fear as I turn around
Darkness is all I see

The trees hide ghosts
The wind hides secrets
My footsteps quicken
I run as fast as I can

I’m restricted
I can’t run
I’m held back
I see you

You’re there, in that bush
You’re climbing that tree
You’re singing some song
You’re standing right in front of me

I feel the breath on the back of my neck
I turn to find the source
I see no one there
I hear no voice

The footsteps create a rhythm
My breath becomes a song
I bolster my courage with words borrowed
From men now long gone

I feel the fear
As it constricts my breath
Why am I afraid?
It’s only Death.

My good friend, back again
My enemy reborn
My rival arisen
My tears withdrawn

I panic
I see your face
I see the white touch of Death
I quicken my pace

Our old meeting place
How familiar it seems
Our old haunt
All those wasted dreams

I hear your footsteps beside mine
I hear your voice
I hear your complaints
I hear what I missed before

I know what you mean now
I see the meaning inside
I feel the pain
I can now see that you’ve cried

I spit out a rhyme
To capture the time
We spent marching around behind
The place I used to love

The things we used to do
The places we could go
The possibilities in our hands
Where to, we didn’t know

And now I see you here
I know that this is where you’ll stay
I know you can’t leave
You’ll sit there all day

You’ll wait for me
You’ll wait under the tree
You’ll know I’m not coming
Your waiting continues

You know I won’t be back
You know I won’t return
You know this place is done
As my eyes begin to burn

I’ve changed so much since then
You probably wouldn’t recognize me
Maybe we would still be friends
Maybe those days would be behind me

Maybe there is no end
Maybe this is just a waste
Maybe these words make no sense
Scrawled in an insane haste

I don’t know why I saw you
If you wanted to say hello
If you wanted to scare me
If you just wanted me to let go

I’m sorry if I wronged you
I’m sorry for what was done
I’m sorry that I missed it
I didn’t see the loaded gun

Your face now bears a mark
A thick rope holds back your breath
Eyes so full of sadness
A face of my good friend

A face of pale white Death