Hour of Death

Absorbed in a maze, like a rat being trapped Let’s start the game and see if I’ll be stopped. You look, you seek but not what you need A heart of a b***h, I’ll get, I’ll succeed.   Strike, struck by a dark reddish dot Clap, clap and a body would drop You walk, you run, unaware of the path A dark road filled with someone's wrath   Swayed by the wind, dried by the sun Be careful to move or a head would be gone. It’s cold, it’s sharp, you feel my knife In your flesh I’ll cut, I’ll end your life.   You’ll mind, you’ll cry, your hope will all lost I’m here, I’m there, or nowhere at most You blink, you sleep but you cannot hide I’m the killer who waits, I’ll be by your side A friend, a foe, a Nephilim I’m the 13th guest who will end this scheme.   I stopped writing and read the lines. This is it. This should be it. I smiled mischievously. I got my black notebook from my drawer and touch the symbols encrypted on its cover. A devilish grin formed in my lips when I heard the clock alarmed indicating that it’s already the time. Time of reaping some souls. I stood up and went outside the room. It’s showtime! *** When the 24th hour strikes the clock, prepare your heart because the devil is now out.