Beyond Birthday.
His clothes are covered in red.
His wings coated in crimson gore.
He knows when your heart will stop.
How he knows no one is sure.
His halo is jest two black horns.
That are as sharp as a knife.
He simply feeds on death
and hunts after those with life.
His hands coated with blood.
His eyes glow a bright red.
He will stalk you in the night.
Until morning when your found dead.
This man is not an angel.
But a demon in disguise.
He takes pity on the life that you've wasted away.
As he stalks you with those eyes.
Beyond the path you walk.
He smiles at you with a bloody grin.
He holds a knife oh so sharp.
As your life starts growing thin.
The numbers start to dwindle away.
All the way to the end.
He sneaks behind you and moves the blade.
Beyond Birthday has won once again...