when the sand stops

your hourglass empties slowly
the end is coming soon
your sands of time shift away
as grains replace the dune

those last few moments slip by you
before you even grasp
that death has replaced your soul;
the reaper has you clasped

the grains drop to the bottom
all gladness flees the room
the reaper comes to steal your soul
you have met your doom

sorry for those things you've done?
maybe, maybe not.
the reaper comes, he takes your soul
your body's left to rot