Splash! Splash!
The ground went as I ran
The cemetery grounds
Rotten of dead flesh and mold
I felt disgusted
Rotten mold, dirt, and flesh stuck to my skin
The taste of death, desperation clung to me
I ran past the old, unreadable tombs of the dead
I felt more fear and dread
If I don't keep going
If I don't run
The reaper of death will catch me
The Grim Reaper is near
