Death 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Death's sweet and chilling cold embrace
Pure and honest friend of the human race
Leaves behind no lasting trace
Unadulterated, not infiltrated
Cut and dried, simply stated
Master of children sadly fated
Makes all men obliterated

Forlorn friend we share this fate
We tell our tales and commiserate
Waiting for our chance to die
At the end of this miserable lie
We shrug our shoulders and wonder why

Clinging to the things we know
Taking comfort to and fro
Hoping that we'll never know
Death's swift and cunning, cruel hard blow
Keeping distracted by the show

Trapped inside this bag of flesh
Like a clinging cold hard metal mesh
Only skin and bones don't stay so fresh
Rotting decay like dragon's breath
Yet reliable and sure is our death

Twisting turning, ever falling
The flames of hell are ever calling
Where evil demons and dragons are crawling
Mary Magdelan is bawling
My soul is cursed to hell and falling

I've known those walls
Walked down those halls
Seen those people with no balls
Now they're dead with no recall
Off into the dancing flames they fall

Twisting, flaming, burning, churning
Kids in class the lies they're learning
So that off to work they'll be earning
To make this great big world keep turning
In a funeral pyre they'll be burning
When their days are through

You came from nothing
You meant nothing
To no one
Under the sun
Now off you run
Your life means nothing
You will die and be reunited with nothingness