Slow,
lurking
in the corners,
ducking away
into the dark,
making sure
that it is
NeVeR
Seen.
Waiting for you
to mess up,
to change your mind about one thing
And end your life.
Death longs for you to join him,
He wants to taste the fear on your breath.
The copper and sweat that is your blood.
Death counts down the hours,
Remaining for you on Earth.
Death is greedy and always wants more people to join him.
Constant attention is something that death can’t live with out.
Death will never be satisfied,
Because he is death
And he will always want more people join him.