time's up

 
steely eyes watch, it's the witching hour  
time's up, your midnight has come  
struck the numeral, you're number six  
just come with me, it will be easier  
 
the light snuffed out  
a sad day is upon us  
the reaper comes to claim  
no one makes a fool of death  
 
when your moment is announced, it's swift  
it is always with pain, a life exits  
the sordid details aside  
leaving this life, is sometimes sorrow  
we grieve, to morn the loss  
 
crossing over, the River Styx  
the ferryman must have his copper shilling  
your soul to leave it's imprint on the living  
 
your next assignment is up for debate  
first you must atone, for what you did in life  
memories are replayed, in review  
how you respond is telling  
it plays a role in where you go next  
to a new life, waiting  
or hell, where there will be no more argument  
 
I've been to hell  
I'm out on time served  
there are several times, I've made the same mistakes  
that got me in trouble the first time  
I'm always amazed, how that foul got me again  
 
the wind picks up, and settles over me  
I feel the fog of the dead  
they utter be careful my friend  
 
the dying are listening  
some are making their last stand