Death taunts us
Everyday he comes a little closer
With his scythe shining in the light
A beautiful sight
If the time is right
But it’s not
The time is wrong
The time is never right
Death should go taunt someone else
He sits and he watches
No one knows for sure when he’ll strike
We can fight to postpone the inevitable
But Death always wins in the end
No one is ever ready
No one can pack their bags
Death comes, and he slits their throats
With his shining silver scythe
He takes them away
They’ll never return
You’ll never know
You could be next
You don’t see Death coming
You can only feel him watching
His beady eyes are always there
Staring right at you
He’s the monster under your bed,
He’s hiding in your closet
But don’t bother looking
You can never see him until it’s too late
He’s already slit your throat
No one around you can see him
They only see you
Slipping out of existence
Screaming for you to stay with them
You want to listen
You try to stay
But you’re already gone
You see them mourn
You try to tell them to stop
But they can’t hear you
You can see Death watching them
He’s taunting someone else now
You should be happy
But you’re not
He’s hurting the ones you loved
And there’s nothing you can do
Death leaves you
Helpless