Stalking the streets he comes for you,
To take you down to his dark place,
To cover your mouth as you scream and writhe,
Invading your personal space.
How much will you pay to avoid his glare?
Another good deed or two?
Will you call your Gran and see how she is?
And visit for an hour or two?
Walking the streets he hunts for you,
To make you walk his fiery path,
To wrap you in shrouds of glass and pain,
Intending to show you his wrath.
What will you do to waive this fate?
Something miraculous and new?
Find a cure for cancerous cells?
Save a life or even two?
Limping the streets he waits for you,
Got attacked by a mugger and a thief,
They tried to shoot him but hey he is DEATH,
So they beat him and left him on the streets.
You did so much to change the world,
To grasp a good moment or two,
To live like you have never lived before,
And show death just who’s bossing who.
by Mikey McCormack
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