Death

I look at the clock,
Ticking away as time passes
I have been dreading this moment,
Yet I know that my time has come...

I feel his breath on my neck,
He's so close, too close...
Icy and cold,
His breath sends shivers down my spine.

I dare not look back,
For I do not know what to expect.
A dark shadow,
An empty silhouette?!?

An icy hand grabs my shoulder
And leads me to my end.
My time has come
The clock has stopped ticking...

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