Death And it's Black Hood

Death wears a black hood.

He lingers in the shadows,
and some times in our head

He takes the ones we love,
the blood that has been shed.

some times we know were there
going and some times we dont.

But I know were I will go,
ill go up above to be with my mother.

So Death can come,I i wont be scared ill go up above that case wont be rare.

So come Death swoop me up in your arms and take me up above,I wont to go home.