Death becomes you,

With your pale face,

And raven hair.

Death becomes you,

With you lifeless smile,

And hollow eyes.

Death becomes you,

With your cold hands,

And emotionless features.

Death becomes you,

With your ashen lips.

And your soulless frame.

Death becomes you,

With your skin,

Clinging to your bones.

Death becomes you,

As the blood drips,

From your unresponsive body.

Death becomes you,

As they lower your corpse,

Into a bottomless grave.

Death becomes you,

As a tear runs down my face,

And lands on your inert form.

~Jolyn