Death is looming
I can hear it whispering
in my ears
It whispers in a sweet
pace lulling me and
as I close my eyes
I see my own coffin
covered in daisies and
black roses
A sombre mood of my
family weeping for me
My friend in a lowsoul
paying his last respect
with enormous
anguish all over his soul
My beloved very disillusioned
as she cracks a very loud
cry trigerring the eyes
of everyone to
drop a tear

Death is looming
It came at night
like a thief
It came at night
and snatched my
father's soul from
his sleep and so siezed
my mother's happiness
Who can predict death?
Our doors were locked
and windows sealed but
death became our guest
He must have came
through...