Angel of Death

Expiration is so immanent
Time is drawing near
Burning like a cigarette
You have no fear

For you haven't a clue
That he is around
Comes only for you
He won't make a sound

This is your last day
It's everyone's fate
He's on his way
And won't be late

"Why are you here?"
Muttering your last breath
"It's almost over, Dear
I'm the Angel of Death"

Written: 3/20/09
N.H. Piersee