Voices In My Head

Death

It looms in Dark,
Just waiting out of sight.
It stalks its victim,
Waiting for a perfect strike.

It's inevitable.
It's irreversible. 
The thing about death is,
It's unbeatable.

You can try,
But you can't run.
For the work of death,
Is never undone.

It can take you in any way, 
Anywhere and in any form,
Perhaps that is,
What you run away from.

But know this, my dear friend, 
Death has a beauty,
That only the Dead,
Can understand.

Maybe it's a blissful and peaceful 
Eternity in darkness, 
Or maybe it's a forever in hell
Full of hotness.

What awaits you in death,
You never know.
But that is also in life, 
For the future is always unknown.

So take all this,
One at a time. 
Think of Death,
As a friend lost in life.

A long lost friend,
That you are bound to meet.
For the cycle of life and death, 
Shall always complete.

Now if you look in the dark,
You can see that it's there.
Just counting down the seconds,
Waiting for your life to slip away.

So keep calm,
And keep cool.
Just embrace Death,
As a friend lost from school.