The word is enough to send grown men running
But I, neither fear it, nor depise it
I welcome it and indulge in it
Praying that one day I'll be lucky enough to be paid a visit
Death
It clings to humans, as black to coal
Hunting the dying mercilessly
Claiming the sick eventually
But never once has it come for me
Death
We try and stop it, as if we could, We are powerless
Just delaying the inevitable
Inflaming Him further
Still He never quite seems to be angry at me
Death
I feel it coming, finally for me, he's here for me
I can't explain the joy
I can't descibe the happiness
He's taken 16 years but he's found m-
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Very interesting
I love the personification used here!! Good similies and very well thought out!! Good job! Keep it up
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Thank you! This was written when I was about 11 so I wasn't too sure about it! Thanks again for commenting!
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