Death
It comes fast
But it never really asked
To take your life away
And as easy as child's play
He did
What they forbid
For him it's a game
What is his name?
Death
He is never out of breath
Oh, cause he kills
It's a thrill
No one could imagine
Oh, because he kills with passion
When he knocks at your door
He'll want to kill even more
Well did you guys like it. I usually don't write poetry but I like it. Should I do more?