Death

Death is unavoidable.
Death cannot be reversed.
He cannot be stopped,
Nor can he be fought.

Death is your most hated foe.
He is the tears in your eyes,
The rage inside,
And the feeling of loss.

He has no voice,
No soul,
Just one image,
Over and over again.

Death is just a picture,
Just a memory.
Death is your loved one in a casket,
An image that cannot be erased.

Death is waiting,
Patiently for his chance to strike,
To take you from the ones you love,
And bury or burn you.

Death is the end.
Some say the begining.
But the truth is that
Death is...is...Death.