The Death

It creeps slowly across the tiles
towards you
beginning its paranoid doom
You notice nothing
Slowly it claims you

Bringing you down
Sentencing you
Showing you your mistakes
you hopeless dreams
it takes all the happiness
ripping all memories

Burning, in a pit
They wither and die
slowly you feel the echo
the silence
the Nothing
No one is there for your
comfort

You feel the hot breath
of pain on your neck
as it etches itself
in your eyes

the gaunt look of deprivation
enters you
you become nothing more than a fleshy
skeleton of despair
this is the way of the death
this is what you were chosen for…
accept it…..