“Oh, Sweet Death”

Watching, waiting

In the dark, we’re staying

You’re kind and gentle

And often misunderstood.

You‘re feared and not always fair,

so it feels.

Your hands are icy cold

with a strong iron-cast grip.

Once you grab, you don’t let go.

Your eyes are piercing

seeing into my very soul

already knowing where I’m going.

Please hold my hand

as you suck my last breathe of life away.