greta

I hear the reaper sharpening his blade

to sever my head from my body

to save me

or throw me into purgatory

I don't know

I just don't know

You get what you deserve

that's what they say

maybe I deserve

what's being served to me 

right now

I don't know

I just don't know

Your stone lies here

at my nightstand

a constant reminder

of when you looked at me

lovingly

the way you look at someone else

right now

I'm here with my ghosts

it's come around

and I don't know 

I just don't know

so I flirt with death

in the shape of a man

beautiful

gifted

talented

fire

brimstone

destiny

I feel that I know him already

my faith

I was never meant to be 

all those things expected 

of me