Black Death

Black spots float in the air,
Landing on your skin.
Stand up, sit down.
Die, die, die.

Death is piled
Left and right.
There is no escape,
You cannot hide.
Dead, dead, dead.

Bodies engulfed
In black and blue.
It doesn't cease,
It doesn't pass through,
For this is death
And you can't run.
Dying, dying, dying.

When it stops,
Your suspicions arise,
And don't be surprised
When you're on the ground.
Gone, gone, gone.

You can do nothing,
But sit and wait,
For this black smoke
To clear from the sky.
Wait, wait, wait.

But don't wait too long,
Or it will infect you,
With its gruesome song,
And you will become
Just a speck of what you used to be.
Sing, sing, sing.

Do what you need,
Because death doesn't wait,
Death doesn't stop,
Death doesn't obey.
Death leaves when it needs
And when it chooses.
Do, do, do.

So just lay and watch
The black in the air,
Landing on their skin.
Watch them stand,
Watch them sit,
As they
Die, die, die.