A somber breeze blows threw the air,
A blue bell flower rings but I have no fear
Nothing seems to be but fair
As something whispers in my ear
Death it says as I grasp my arm
Shadows form all around
I turn to look at it bony charm
As I fall to the ground
There it stood scythe held high
Then I look up to its hood
My gaze had met his bony eye
Death I said now I understood
A somber breeze blows threw the air,
A blue bell flower rings but I have no fear
Nothing seems to be but fair
As something whispers in my ear
Death it says as I grasp my arm
Shadows form all around
I turn to look at it bony charm
As I fall to the ground
There it stood scythe held high
Then I look up to its hood
My gaze had met his bony eye
Death I said now I understood
Current Residence: Washington Favourite genre of music: rock or hard rock MP3 player of choice: My phone chocolate 3 Personal Quote: Fate is just an excuse for your poor decisons