Shadows creeping up on me,

Things I can't begin to flee.
Why can I not be away,
Sometime before the light of day?

Things are creeping in my mind,
Things I can't begin to find.
Why should I have to cry,
So that my enemies don't die?

People upon me creep,
Try to keep me from my sleep.
The true face of the creeper,
I call him the Death Reaper.