तारा, स्टार

when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your दिल
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when आप want your self back
where do आप go
who do आप turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know आप just wait
but i'm not sure if आप are playing tricks on me
can आप end my sorrow
या is it आप who causes my agony
will आप be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.