These Words Scream

Death (#1)

Death...I know you're always with us
Wandering discretely in the background
Watching...Waiting...biding your time
Ignoring, for you make no sound

You have no hidden agenda
Your work is known by everyone
Despised and hated by many
But a blessing and savior for some

You know I look for you in the shadows
I am intrigued as to what I will see
Is the face of Death torture?
Or is it the face that sets you free?

For in Death there is no more pain
No more heartache, no more sorrow
No more dark clouds to darken your day
No more hoping for a better tomorrow

So yes, Death, when you call on me,
Into your arms I will run
I will gladly lay my head on your chest
For in this world... I am done.