Grim

Black hooded and dark
He seeks out the almost dead
Keeping track of our timelines
Counting the heads

Ready to take whose time is up
Hope it's not me next
Not ready to give up

I look out for a dark-cloaked figure
Surrounded by darkness
No head on his shoulders
No heart or soul

I dread the day that he comes for me
The day that I say no
The day that I'm not ready

Black hooded and dark
He seeks out the almost dead
Keeping track of our timelines
Counting the heads