Silent Stalker

Death is like air,
Every were you go it’s there,
Lurking around each corner,
Looking for its next victim.

It comes and goes as it pleases,
Slithering and creeping into houses,
Whispering into ears,
“You’re next.”

Although, death is unnoticeable,
If you look closely, it is right in front of you,
It weakens the elderly
And makes the sick more ill.

It kills the healthiest people,
And kills the sickest people,
Its lifeless body hunts you,
And glares at you from a distance.

Death laughs in your face,
And manipulates you to live at its place,
Where blazing fire is around you
And where terror, panic and horror are considered normal

So when it comes to get you,
And looks at you with his evil glare,
All you have to do is say no,
And death will disappear.