A shadowy figure beside you stands
And offers to you a skeletal hand
You reach for it because you know
The Reaper will make the pain go.

In his hollow eyes lie pools so deep
Beckoning you to eternal sleep
Showing you that though your life must cease
You will have perpetual rest in peace.

He holds a scythe in his other hand
With which to cut the final strand
That binds tortured body to your soul
One stroke and he takes away the toll.

Look up at him, don't fear his face
He takes you to a better place
You time here in this world is done
You've won the race you were here to run.

See the skull, don't be afraid
He merely shows of what we're made
He comes to you to ease your end
Take his hand, he is your friend.