A Soft Kiss From Lady Death!

Young and reckless is what I used to be,
Not a care was given nor any weight on my shoulder.
I am that no longer now I kneel upon my knee,
I wish I had been courageous and bolder.

To die and end up in this cold and dark lair,
To hear the screeches of nails on a black board.
The sqeaking sound of an old wooden rocking chair,
I died to soon with things left unexplored.

I heard knocking on the dungeons door,
I realize that I can cheat death no more.
I knew that Lady Death had come to settle the score,
As she came closer my bones and muscle grew sore.

She took my soul down to the last drop,
She came in close as I took a deep breath,
Walked away with my skull when my head went pop.
Though cold it was A Soft Kiss From Lady Death!