The Anatomy of Death

Cold and empty are the eyes of Death. It sees all, and all will see it. Unavoidable, unfeeling, and unforgiving. Thin icy fingers clutching mercilessly, effortlessly. Wrapping itself around throats and strangling life. None can escape it's grip. Death hears your whimpers and screams, Hears your prayers and pleas; But they fall on deaf ears. It smells your anxieties and fears; And with just one inhalation, Will take your breath away. Black is it's dying heart, That beats to an eternal rhythm; And bleeds for no one. Who is capable of outrunning Death? It's feet are swift and can stride forever. Your race against time is futile. Whether asleep or wide awake, It will come without warning; And drag you down into the abyss. How will you meet Death? Bravely face to face, Or cowering in fear.