Death

She moves through the shadows

Swaying to the beat of your heart

Dressed in angel white

Lips as black as coal

Her scythe it glistens

In the pale moon light

Here she comes again

Bringing sorrow and change

Putting an end to suffering and pain

She is revered and she is hated

She is natures end

The closing chapter

One touch is your last

The last breath becomes hers

She doesn’t like to come when you call

She prefers to come on her own regard

She is defied by the machines

And the lies

Poisoned veins bother her purity

When she comes you go

Fight the good fight

But she’ll be back around again

Swaying to the beat of your heart