Death Himself

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I really hope you enjoy this, its one of my favorite poems out of all the ones that ive written.

Death Himself:

It stalks me from the shadows,
Like a lioness stalks her prey.
It tracks me down,
wherever I go,
It haunts me night and day.

You cant escape it,
Cant avoid it,
Cannot get away.

Its the price for living all must pay.
Its Death, and its coming.
Its always on the way.
Never far from arrival.
The final sleep,
The final sickness,
From which there’s no revival.

Indeed, it is the price for living,
Which no man yet can afford to pay.
Its unpredictable,
Unprejudiced, unchallenged,
It can come at any time,
Any day.

Unbeatable, un-cheatable.....
Unforeseeable.

Death is the house, which always wins.
Life is the game, and it's full of sins.

When you're old and weak,
and your life's end is near,
Will you shake with fear,
When before you,
Death himself appears?
When he speaks to you in his chilling voice,
Tells you, "Time's up!"

Will you try to bargain with him for a few more years?
Or will you accept your death-
Embrace it, and follow Death to Hell with your cheeks stained with tears?