This haunting thing comes without a sign
Leaving everyone else deprived
Sometimes you hear of it from the grape vine
A loved one could be gone when you arrive

Its victims can be so unsuspecting
Nobody knows whether it will strike near
Some say it is just random selecting
Taking the ones who are most dear

Some even say they feel it in the room
This thing brings darkness to those in its reach
We can't change it we just have to resume
Dealing with the pain isn't something you can teach

This haunting thing will always be around
One day we will all end up in the gtound