Lost soul.
I am but a lost soul, bound to the winding and twining of the scene, never more do I sleep... never more do
I rest, for I am hunted by the one called Death.
I ran in fear from him, knowing not what was happening and as I ran he said in an aged voice, "stop, understand that you are--" .... I hadn't heard what he had said, and I dare not think about it as I ran.
As I stop to catch my breath I think about what was said, and I slowly understand what he meant, so I slowly went... in search of the one called Death.
Death, the messenger... the Holy and Damning blesser, he's