Taken

The calloused, icy hands of Death,
Go down my throat to steal my breath.

My bright red blood pools on the floor,
From my veins, doth it pour.

It shan’t be long until I die,
Writhing in pain on the floor do I lie.

I wait for Death to overtake,
This body bleeding a crimson lake.

For when I leave I shan’t be missed,
Not even by those these lips have kissed.

It surprises me not to die this way,
I knew it would happen; just not the day.

There are so many things to tell,
I shall see them all in Hell.

My vision is blurry, I can only see red,
Then I see nothing, for I am soon dead.

What awaits me, I know not,
Only in Life, can I plot.

I am now in Death’s control,
He reaches out and steals my soul.

A/N: Written out of boredom... wanted to give Death a little attention...