Death

Hot like anger. Deep like hate.

Cold like sorrow. Timed by fate.

All these things describe one thing.

Feared by all, but all it meets.

Merciless. Pitiless.

No shame with no end.

No one can escape it, not you or your friends.

While it's icy claws sink deep in your heart,

And it's glistening teeth rip your soul apart,

"Why?" You wonder. "What have I done?"

The answer is-

Nothing.

Yet still it comes.

Some fight it and fear it.

Others embrace and revere it.

Either way, it's all the same.

Death will win.

There's no other way.

So run and flee and cower in the dark.

You will be found,

While time runs out.

For every living thing on Earth,

Death awaits, and waits

For Fate to decide.

Wether you face it,

Or choose to hide.

It doesn't matter.

For very soon,

Soon it will be

Your time to die.