Feeling Run Down...

Specter of death, ever shadows me
I've seen him everywhere
He lurks in the bushes, behind the trees
He's still there, I swear

I've seen him up close a number of times
It's not so very pretty
He stared me down and looked interested
I'm like; "Hey, nothing here to see"

Slipping through his clutches
I've run a million miles
But, as I evade his touches
He offers me up a smile

I know I'm not immune
He'll get me in future time
Death may be around the corner
While I'm writing this rhyme

So I'll just keep on running
I know I'll need some luck
Death may be just funning
"But, look out for that truck!"