I am the Déjà Vu you feel on entering a room,
I am the chill upon your spine on sunny afternoons,
You feel me when you say "Someone just walked across my grave!"
And I'm the razor blade that cuts you when you take a shave.
I am what makes you hurry when you're walking home alone,
I am the cat that's staring at you from across the room,
I am the feeling in your stomach just before you fall,
And I am what awaits you when you quit your mortal coil.
Be sure you know I'm waiting for that fatal final slip,
Be sure that I'll be present when you dive in for a dip,
And when you're at the seaside and the water looks so cool,
I am the current there that's going to sweep to your doom.
It's only just a moment that I need to make you mine,
And once I have you, you'll be gone until the end of time,
So go about your business, gather rosebuds while you may,
And be aware I'm with you waiting for that fatal day.
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