• When you came to me I thought it was a game,
    When you've stepped closer to me I asked for your name.
    When I retreated from you, you did the same.
    When you still haven't spoken I've called you lame.
    You were so mysterious, I thought.
    When I've sought you again, it was the end of my life.
    Even as I fell to the tunnel of Death, I could still feel the cold knife.
    I didn't bother wondering why you did this to me, because I've figured it out.
    That mysterious person was Death itself.