Whose there under the umbrella? I think you know.

Its owner with their sad and dark presence.

Dragging along tragic tales.

With their skin that’s green and slimy .

And lost eyes that screams for help.

He turns to you giving a slight nod,

You try to ask for help but nothing comes out

The only other sound's that breaks is the pitter patter of the rain,

And distant oceans that waves goodbye .

The umbrella is creepy and scary

You try to yell for him to wait for you

But he has promises to keep,

Until then he shall not sleep.

He leaves a trail of shadows as he leaves

You try to rise from your cold bed,

With thoughts of sadness in your head,

You look to see your mother in the room,

With tear trailing down her face.

You realize what’s going on,

as you see yourself staring back at you

The man you saw tends to the dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread.

The very grim reaper.

Tied to face this world alone,

With the warmth of the souls that sing their song.