Silent In the Wake

Death is imminent with a ruthless grasp even those deemed immortal can never escape we fight It in vain to ever suffer Death may seem a blessing when pain is at stake some make It occur and always regret for those souls left endure despair none can shake we watch this demise alone in our thoughts and we can do nothing do nothing but wait until time is spent and we see It invade bowed heads weep in silence silent in Death's wake