So close,
but yet so far away.
He can't get you,
not yet,
but he will take you some day.
And when he get you,
you will never come out.
Than you can't fight,
even you can't shout.
He smell you,
and than he take you slowly away.
He brings you to hell,
to a killing way.
He can be every where,
and you can't see.
I know it's horible,
because he grape me...