I feel the thoughts of your demise, I see the wonder in your eyes.
I can’t be seen in the light, because I’m always out at night.
I fly through the darkness on wings so light, I see you hiding in great fright.
I won’t pass you over when it’s your time, you won’t see me coming because It's a crime.
Begging for forgiveness surely won't work, you spent all your life being a jerk.
How did it feel when you gave others pain, you laughed in their faces because your so vain.
Now that it's time to make all things right, you scratch and you scream, resistant of flight.
Stop all this crying, and have some respect, it’s time for the dying, it’s time to collect.
You should have been kind to others in the beginning, instead you sat by and did all the grinning.
The devils been waiting for your arrival, he needs your soul for his survival.
This is to all that feel their the best, take heed to this poem before you’re at rest.
Copyright © T.C. Goodwin