Death Sings a Requiem

I’m wrapped in mindless apathy
Not knowing what its all about
I’ve been sat in this empty room
Since my world turned inside out
A painting hangs upon the wall
Of dead and withered flowers
A broken clock sits on the shelf 
No longer ticking off the hours
The silence is my only friend
There is emptiness in my soul
I’d take the road to anywhere
But I could not afford the toll
The night has come to haunt me
Like some vile recurring dream
And as the room begins to whirl
Distant voices start to scream
As I have no bed or mattress
I lie down on the wooden floor
Shivering as the icy draught
Comes creeping under the door
My life rests in the hands of fate
My head on a pillow of tears
And I sense that cruel karma
Will confirm my morbid fears
The painting crashes to the floor
And the clock hands start to spin
A figure stands before me now
His name is Death, he wears a grin
An icy chill runs through my bones
And the clock begins to chime
Death sings to me a requiem 
And I know that I’m out of time