Analysis of Grim Reaper

On a long stolen passageway in a tight
little nook of the world
a thousand souls are stranded and their
screams will hair your curl
once you start down this path
once you look to the other side
once you begin the journey it holds
you join those weathered souls
Your fate is quickly sealed, your end
is in your view
You've come to see your final hour
with a guide you cannot dismiss
He'll take you there, down the path, to your
end whichever fork you get
That's the fork he'll stick you with
so be glad your not dying yet.