Death
Death is stalking you,
whether you want him to or not.
You sense his presence,
your stomach gets tied in knots.
He takes away a loved one,
and puts you through moods.
He knows your darkest secrets,
and watches as you stare at the moon.
Upon you he casts his dark spell,
and puts you to sleep.
He takes your whole life away,
and laughs as your family weeps.

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