Death such a morbid fear,
Humans fear death more than other creatures,
Death it self can be unpredictable,
Death is so ironic only humans can see its worth.
Death used to love but,
That didn't stop death from its daily chore,
It's ironic on how death chose a person,
Day by day,
Only death can predict your time,
Your life is only an endless hour until,
You explode to nothingness,
Death always awaits you.
Death is always behind you,
Every turn you make is only a mere mistake that's going to be made.
