The Devil Called Death

you could put it as a poem to help understand that every second of your life might be your last.

Death awaits us all,

Doom till the end.

Hell awaits us all,

Upon this we must dwell.

 

As we sit around,

While we are still on our feet.

It listens to every sound.

It takes in every beat.

 

Patiently it waits.

While we are oblivious to its presence.

Only a few unlucky enough,

Sense its true massive essence.

 

Then when the time is right,

It strikes with a single blow.

You won't have a chance to fight,

You will have no where to go.

 

It is then the end.

But a beginning as well,

The end of life.

The beginning of hell.

Author's Note

i know there are a few errors. but it just seemed to be the right way to put it. still i'm open to any comments.

Reviews

[Sasha]

Thank you. i appreciate the honesty too. (:

[PhantomDancer]

I like your writing, it perhaps needs a little refining and more structure, but I think over time you will become more confident as a writer. This is a good start, well done.