Death is a stranger,
Who is mysterious, his
Eyes held a tint of brown,
Along with urge of saddens,
And whoever gets lost
In them they are silenced,
A voice barely audible with
Regrets.

Death has always been hated,
No matter how the life treats,
Even though you can't run away from it.
The more you run the more closer it appears,
For some death is a worst nightmare,
And for some it is a dream come true.

And, for me I love life too,
But losing everything that once belonged to me,
I am waiting for death,
The day it comes to me,
And takes me away in his embrace.
But, death is just a stranger
Whom, I havent known for long,
Quite mysterious & full of rage,
I wonder how it truly is
Or is it just from the scars,
I approach death silently,
And touches his hand,
His hands are cold and rough ...