Death Stalks

The shadow of the grim
lurks everywhere..
Touching with its worm infested,
skeleton hands.
A heavy breath is heard
and echoed all around us
To loud to be conversed
to scary and hypnotizing

I look at my reflection
why is it that its so dark?
And ready to go,
where it cannot be brought back
I run, and run try to flee.
I cant hide, i cant scream
My cries for help
seem meaningless.

I let it take me for a couple of
seconds, to much time its given
The hands of my angels are frozen
deaths presence, is whats caused it.
I have been taken to a prison,
a cell of all thats scarcely,
lost and dying.

I wait for my turn
Its a prison of death and untimely
what am i waiting for.. I don't know,
bodies flinchin in their coffins
The somehow know whos
coming