poetry

death sit on my shoulder 

heavier then lead

but stronger then life istself 

life it is just  an anoying  presence we have to go through 

but with out life we will never get to feel the pain of death 

death is the one thing that keeps me going 

death is like the crow in the feild of corn waiting for u to turn back so it can stab you in ur face 

death is the reason why people sometimes die young old or dont even get born 

death can take on many form and poses

which form will ur death take