No Escape

You can't escape,
The one who knocks,
On the door to your soul.
She comes to collect,
What has brought her.
She come's to collect,
Your soul.

There's no escape,
Wherever you go.
Because she finds  you,
No matter where you are.
She knocks on the door,
Not waiting for an answer,
She walks right in.

You try to run,
You try to hide.
But either way,
She is going to collect,
Her share.
She has come,
For your soul.

Nothing else,
Will change her mind.
Your name is upon her list,
And you must pay the price.
She follows your through your day,
Watching every move you make.
"How will your death be today?"

As you go about your buisness,
She ponders,
The way you die.
Its her choice you see,
Its her choice to decide.
The person that you are,
She looks into your soul.

From there,
Its all just a matter of time.
There she waits,
wheater it be seconds,
Hours,
Or Days,
She waits.

When at last,
You past.
She stands there,
Staring at you with a smile.
Offering your her hand,
She pulls you to her.
Then as she takes you away.

It dawns on you,
No matter where you go,
No matter how far.
There's No escape,
From the one who knocks,
On the door to your soul....
She comes for us all....