Death Poem by Amanda Jade Wilson

Death always comes around,
But he himself can never be found.
He comes and goes as he please,
Claiming his victims with such ease.

You know he's near,
When he whispers in your ear.
'I've come for your soul,
Now i'm in control.'

You now can't move,
You know you'll loose.
And you beg and ask why,
You can't say Goodbye.

Then Death wonder's why,
You begin to cry.
Then he gives you a smile,
But it only last's a while.

'Don't pretend,
You know it's the end.
So come with me,
And let your soul run free.'