Death Poem by Alex Retzlaff

Mortal combat and mortal fighting.
People knifing each other.
Explosions everywhere, people hiding somewhere in the darkness.
Lurking, searching, and creeping.

There they are.
Ready to blow up your car.
Here they are lurking from afar.
They are ready to place a scar in your head.

Not acting like the sharpest tool in the shed.
They want you buried and dead.
He is fed up with your games.
It is all the same, someone new to tame.

Someone new to fame.
A new body to kill.
A new skill to learn.
Time to die, time to cry, and time to pray for your life.

The end is near, and he points at you.
And he tells you to come here.
He gives you the death glare
The death stare, the immortal pair, death.