Death again

He is going to get us! he is going to get us soon!
Darkness slowly creeping in,
A lot already fallen,
Yesterday's already vanished and today's also going.

How many can make it to the finish line?
Will it be one,nine or just you and I?
Well no one really knows.
Death lurks so many souls.
It gently, steadily breaks the bones.
It is sad to see the end so close.

For survival a lot be struggling,
Still life and death be joggling,
Loudly,the bucket receives kicking.

Just lost another one and death dances to his horrible tune.
Oh! Why won't he be happy when he is going to get us too.
Who really can make it to the finish line?
Will it be one, nine or just you and I?