Death
Death, my ever present companion,
though I do not fear him, I am afraid!
Death, walks in the shadows, stalking, waiting,
always ready to steal another soul.
Death, he has no ethics, be you young or old,
you can still feel his icey fingers.
Death, I have touched him, he sent a chill
through me, as I've never before imagined.
I have looked death in the face and saw nothing,
but an ever expanding void.
Death, I know someday you shall have me,
but you will gain no satisfaction, for I shall die bravely.
Death, not the end, but a beginning!
though I do not fear him, I am afraid!
Death, walks in the shadows, stalking, waiting,
always ready to steal another soul.
Death, he has no ethics, be you young or old,
you can still feel his icey fingers.
Death, I have touched him, he sent a chill
through me, as I've never before imagined.
I have looked death in the face and saw nothing,
but an ever expanding void.
Death, I know someday you shall have me,
but you will gain no satisfaction, for I shall die bravely.
Death, not the end, but a beginning!
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