Death

The veil of a hidden unknown figure.
Black, dark as night, wicked & ready to bite.
Crushing your heart.
Crumbling life's, throwing the darts.
Reaping constantly, as another life starts.
Counting the numbers of beats for our hearts.
Ripping us apart before the walls close in.
Your hands chosen everyone.
"No need to run." words like a brick.
I think I feel sick. Fever eating away at me.
Rising higher, my skins on fire.
Here's my hand, the pain is to much to stand.
Close my eyes and lay me to rest in this sacred death bed.
As I walk into the bright white light with death.
Giving in, hanging by remorse.
Riding into the shadows on a pale white horse.