• The tears of sadness
    The kiss of life
    The hug of patience
    The death of night

    No one is safe
    Although maybe sound
    The grim reaper stalks
    The cold dark ground
    And when you feel ill
    And loose all strength
    He comes to your door
    To take life away

    You cannot escape
    You cannot run or hide
    For death is upon us
    Whether we accept or deny

    Only God knows when our time is up
    Then he slowly sews
    Our past lives to luck
    And throws it to the reaper
    Their future will suck

    The angels may have warned us
    God gave us a conscience
    But we did not use thus
    To be rid of the nonsense

    This may to you have meaning
    But to me not at all
    This is the kind of poem
    I write to not fall....
    [Fall asleep that is... xD]