Death

In the dark where shadows hide fear is nothing but deaths bride. A grim fate awaits us in the end there is no way for fate to bend. I feel the slowly creeping crack of deaths hand upon my back. Although I struggle to be free I know it's touch is not for me. It stands at my back as it leers past myself and to my peers. I try to warn them, they must run it's far to late, the deeds been done. Death is the end there is no more there isn't sand on heavens shore. Only blackness awaits us there In that blackness is deaths icy stare.