Death
It was the moment before death
I drew one last breath
Dreamt of paradise
Then closed my eyes
Creepy is the feeling
When you know
It is the real thing
And you must go
No time to mourn
In a flash you are gone
Life does not warn
And death comes alone
Never taking no for an answer
Killing you in your sleep
Or destroying you with cancer
He doesn’t make a peep
Simple and grotesque
Crudely gentle often
He comes in a mask
Ready with your coffin
Copyright © Lacey Vann | Year Posted 2009
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