Death

It comes when you least excpet it.

It comes when you dont want it.

It slowly closes in on you to the point you feel clostophobic.

Its the thing in all your dreams in the nightmares that you see.

Its the chills going threw your spine in the middle of the night.

There is no way to excape it no matter how fast you run.

Death is what people fear they fear it more then anything elece.

But unlike others of my kind I dream and wish for it to be mine.

Everyday I am tortured and abused in this crule and hateful world.

Every night  as I go to sleep I wish for death to come and take me.

To a palce faraway, to a place where I can sleep forever...