There, in the darkest corner of my life
It lurks unseen waiting, and nothing says
But often I hear it, hear it  scratching at the edges
At the worn out, frayed edges of my days

When the distant midnight bell has tolled twelve
And the thing that haunts me, haunts my mind
Haunts my weary washed out life, creeps
Out of the dark side, then lies, silently unkind

Then the whisper, whisper, whispering wind
Plays upon the faraway trees, gasping for breath
I turn, something moves in the deepest darkness
I am coming, I hear you now, my death!
 

Reiki