Death

They thought I was insane and hopeless,
They said I was wasted on wine,
I was a little drunk I confess,
So they took what was precious of mine.

They took my darling child,
And he only just turned nine,
Of course I went completely wild,
So they told me that he would be fine.

The years went by, I was worrying,
Never did I see my boy,
So I decided to visit, I was hurrying,
But nothing was left of my Troy.

My eyes narrowed with hate,
Why did he have to go,
But now it is to late,
My sadness began to grow.

They said there was a crash,
But they weren't hurt at all,
They didn't have a single bash,
It was murder after all.

I got the rope and Made a loop,
What else was there to live for,
I put my head inside the hoop,
My throat and neck both tore.

I still lurk around for my revenge,
Even though it is the end,
Some people call me mad old Beth,
And others simply call me...
DEATH.