The end of your life

You can't see it,
but you know it's all around.
You can feel its hunting presence;
it's the death.

You can't hear it,
just it's victims,
when they scream for life;
not heard by the death.

You try to run away,
but you can't hide.
It follows your track,
waiting to steal your soul.

Finally, it grabs your body,
pulling you into darkness.
And you should accept:
Your life is ending here.



Stefan Rixen