Death Arrives...

As he walks to your bedside
You're filled with dread
Completely dressed in a gown
Things left unsaid

His name is Death
Dark name for dark soul
And as he approaches
You're no longer whole

Your soul starts to belong to him
He coaxes you to heaven
Or maybe hell if it turns out
Your sins have not been forgiven

Death! The word stands out loud and clear
A word that everyone hates
Hope for the body to fly and soar
But not stay stuck at the gates

Death connected with sorrow and hurt
A feeling so surreal
The blur of a body moving on
Sometimes grieving wounds don't heal

Ok I've done ebtter than this but...This is all I've got so far