Death's Embrace

I’ll scream out loud
To the floor, to the clouds
Hoping that the whole world will hear
But Death won’t understand, with his scythe in hand,
The sorrow or hatred or fear

I’ll make a scene
With cries and pleas
So loud for the whole world to see
But Death has no eyes, nor care nor time
To yield to the desires of me

I’ll talk up every night
At my rooms old beds side
Just waiting for a friendly voice
But Death is a mute with no mouth to shoot
His laugh at my lack of choice

I’ll pray to the Gods
For some help or cure
For the inevitable that is to come
But God’s cannot stop what Death has in store
For each and everyone

I’ll fight on for years
Against all the fears
That slowly rot at my core
But Death is patient, calm and composed
Until I can fight on no more

I’ll stare at the ground
Day after day
And day after day after day
And Death will come as swift as the wind
With one sickly touch to take me away

And at Death’s door, my life will hang
Like a spider hangs from its web
But spiders move on and as will I
To embrace the one known as Death