When the lights go out
Death has his fun,
Claiming lives of people
In their sleep
With that scythe that
Makes you shiver
Have cold sweat or
Freezes you in time,
Oblivious to the rest of
The world as you
Leave your body not
Being able to say
Good-bye to the people
That are your families
Friends or neighbors,
Death doesn't care,
For his heart is an
Iron ball in the middle
Of a blizzard.
Death has his fun,
Claiming lives of people
In their sleep
With that scythe that
Makes you shiver
Have cold sweat or
Freezes you in time,
Oblivious to the rest of
The world as you
Leave your body not
Being able to say
Good-bye to the people
That are your families
Friends or neighbors,
Death doesn't care,
For his heart is an
Iron ball in the middle
Of a blizzard.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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