Death follows you like the wind
you never here it
you never see it
you never feel it
until it;s next to you.
Death is the stalker of the universe.
It follows you everywhere.
You can never escape it.
It breathes, it lives, it kills.
Death is the color
of darkness and blood.
You see them when it's day,
you see them when it's night,
you see them when you blind,
you see them when you not.
Death is frozen
like an ice cube that never melts.
Death touches you with its icy grip
when it comes to claim you for its own.
No one escapes death forever,
though you might escape for a moment.
Death is light, death is darkness.
Death and life are complete oppisites
and yet they are exactly the same
