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I woke up on my grey-black sheets
Another day of same repeats
Sighed my way through morning meals
Then made my way to the streets

I dodge the ferries, the boats on wheels
Is this the way everyone feels?
I take my scythe and take a soul
Everybody calls me "the one who steals"

This is the way that I feel whole
Try and fill my empty soul
My hidden face in an old black hood
Walking the streets at a stroll

Did I get everyone I could?
With that thought, there I stood
I cant leave them to Famine, War, Disease
For I am death and I must be good

I can't relax and sigh at ease
I never sit and just be me
This isn't me, this isn't fair
That all day it's souls I see

They say the talent I have is rare
That I could kill people with a stare
So they sent me to Father Demise
And they left me in his care

He was a skull with piercing eyes
He had no time for telling lies
He called me kid, called me girlie
Just to see my glaring eyes

That's how he made me emotion free
That's how he made it souls I see
So when I'd lay awake at night
I'd wonder why it must be me

The burden I carry isn't light
But someone must do it and do it right
So this is me, the name without a home
This is me and this is my plight.

For I am always all alone
I must go where I am blown
From little kids to the old and prone
I am Death and I am on my own

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My feet hit a stone, sending it skidding
along the path, sending birds upwardly flitting
Cold grey sky brings me down
To my footsteps on the ground
Just a worn out set of shoes
Over-worn and over-used
Faded white, and faded blue
Like a faded paper with forgotten news

Crunch, crunch, tap tap
As my feet hit the path
When I walk, I walk alone
Every step stands on it's own
School skirt blowing around my knees
Someones talking, makes me freeze
Skirts still blowing in the breeze
As I stand between the trees

They pass me by, the strangers who
Would never notice what I do
They don't care who I am
I am nothing to people like them
So I carry on about my way
Another time, the same old day
This is my morning, of faded grey
Another day through which I stray