The Death Poems: Collection 2

Disease

I have come from the grave

To spread my disease

Though you act brave

There'll be no peace

I'm on the hunt for a brain

I will cause much fear

I will cause much pain

People will try to kill me without a care

Go ahead and run

Run for your life

Go ahead and run

You won't escape the strife

We will get you

You won't get away

We will capture and eat you

No one will get away

I won't be stopped

I feel no pain

I won't be stopped

Unless I get a bullet to the brain