Death

In all the years,
That we've been alive,
Many have gotten,
A phone call from Death,
He walks, we scream,
It's fear he thrives,
His last known victim,
Was a girl named Beth.

You can run and hide,
And pray to God,
But Death comes to us all,
Ready or not.

The clock is ticking,
So get out fast,
Death is coming,
And you will not pass.

You can dress in white,
Or you can dress in black,
But once you're gone,
There's no going back.