This is my newest poem.
I haven't thought up a name 4 it, so I need some help. ^-^




It is coming for you, like it or not
It will find you, to fill the slot
It will come unexpected, to take from you
All of your lost days of youth.
It might hurt, or not, it differs to each
Person to person, a thing, a leech
It takes your life sometimes slowly, like meth
You wonder what I speak of; I speak of death
Just the word sends shivers up your spine
You don’t accept it, want to be immortal, divine
I accept mine, I know I’m mortal
I’ll go without so much a word, a quarrel
What’s wrong with it, why are you scared?
When you die you’re away from the world, has shared.