Death is everywhere.

You can’t get rid of it.

It is silent.

It will take those you love

Away from you.

 

To Death,

There is no difference

Between good or evil.

 

It hangs in the air

Like an early morning fog.

Once it takes a victim,

It will hunt for a new one.

 

It takes a hold of you

With its icy grip.

It will suck the life

Out of your body.

 

It clings to you,

Waiting for the perfect moment

To strike.

Once it strikes,

You will regret.

 

Death is everywhere.

There is no escape.

 

You can run

But you can’t hide.

Death will find you.

 

You will play

Death’s twisted game,

Whether you want to or not,

And the victor is obvious.

Death will always win.