The thought of death

The thought of death
I speak beneath
my warm breath
thinking of laying there
with a strange stare
so cold and pale
so blue and stale

The thought of death
will always sit beneath
the mind of one
where there is no sun
so dark
so cold
so wet
but I'm not there yet
for when that day
(comes very soon)
will some when I say
not single word

I will just lay there
cold and blue
with no soul
in the dark
dead...

The thought of death ..