Death comes upon you like the
grimreeper seeking your soul

It creeps into your life like a spider that creeps and crwals into your home

Death is an unwanted life cycle that comes incch by inch into sight

As you try to avoid it with all your might

Death is the person who enjoys to here you scream

And death is the person who makes your skin creep

With all your might you try to act young but day by day death takes your youth away

You try to decive death by doing plastic surgery, but all the while he already knows what youre doing

you beg God to let you continue living but death just laughs at you saying "in your dreams."

-written by Partygirl321