I trip into a river of all my tears

it's freezing cold, and full of my fears

I sink and sink until I fall to the bottom

and wake up to see someone dour and rotten

I fall this far oftten and I don't enjoy it

but I know this person loves to see me perish

Lucifer likes to stare at me with his eyes

he wears a sly grin and stares into mine

he loves to point at my life's clock

and mimick its rhythm: "Tick-tock!"

The reaper beside him is in a brave stance

His sickle is ready to take my last chance

But before they reach out and harvest my soul

I wake up in the river, wet and cold.