Death

Death is a monster

People say they dont fear him, but they dont know what they mean

Death can be wicked, he can drag you across the floor

Or he can take pity and just push you out the door

Death has no face, he cannot be seen

And to those with souls unclean

Death will be a monster



Death can also be a saviour

He can end pain and suffering, and a glimpse of his heart can be caught

But when he does it this way, people start to hate

Then he feels bad for taking them, he feels at fault

But hes not guilty

He helped them he just did his job, still people incriminate

And they feel hate

Towards Death, the saviour



And ive seen his faces so many times i dont know what to think

He likes to pick on my family

Maybe he has a kink on me

Its unbearable, the pain he puts on my shoulders

But still i manage to stand

Even with the fear weighing me down like boulders

And it kills me to see

People surrendering to him

They betray Life, our bitchy mother

The thought of seeing him again

It makes me shudder

He points at me, and i know hes coming for me

But my heart will never stop

It will only stutter...