His name is Death
The one of the unread
Unreal in some eyes, but real for most
His colour is black the colour for the cape
His feeling is this sadness inside
The person he meets just fades away
Death is the call heaven or hell
The one who might give your life away to him-self
His music is strange and scary for his face
But might lead you to a safer way
The words he say sound cold
Then your life just ends when he touches your hands
lucy maydon
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