• Death

    It is he I feel
    He which is at my door
    He which will come for me
    he will not stop
    or he is bound
    Bound to collect souls
    For when you Die
    He will be waiting
    For when you feel the pain
    That pain which pounds on you
    Pounds on your chest
    And feels as if a dagger
    Is shooting through your chest
    That be he
    It is him when
    You feel you cant breath
    He is the cold chill
    You feel go down your back
    He may wait
    Pr may not
    For he might disturb
    Your life
    By making something happen
    Like an accident or
    Who knows how
    When or where
    He will come
    For he is
    DATh