Behold I come into your life

I take away your loved ones without any love or sympathy

I have the power to take life, life which I didn’t create or give

Into the hearts of men I come

I make them fear

I make them tremble

I make them slaves of me (death)

I strike them anytime without talking

I strike them the way I like

I strike them for the pleasure of striking

I enjoy causing pains to people

Pains that would make me be remembered

Pains and wounds that has no healing balm

All because I have the power

I am Death

Hmmmmmmm


What a scary poem