On a journey transcending into oblivion, awaits the dark face of death, a face hidden behind the light, a dark negative energy that your soul attracts, as if to feed on the very existence of solidity. The dark face of death is everywhere, all of space his playground hiding behind the light.
Already a part of you he hides amongst your body, where he draws you forever closer into the ground by his deaths design of irony.
You can run but you cant outrun the face of death, you can only prolong your time in the chase has death loses his grip but not his infinite hold.
He awaits in the earth, where he slowly draws all things positive out of you, a collector of souls.