Death in Which No One Really Heals From

Death is upon me
I can feel him breathing down my neck
He has come to take my life
Which has already been destroyed

I just sit there
Waiting for him to use his scythe
Maybe that will stop
The red tears from flowing

I wish he would hurry up
Because the pain is killing me faster
Why want he do something
Instead of stand there and watch

I feel dead already
So his scythe would make it official
But he just stands there breathing
As though he is afraid of me

With the blood coming from my eyes
I still see the darkness
It is stretches all around me
Its filthy arms surrounds me

Why want he make my soul
Turn in to the form it was meant to be
Instead of just watching
And looking puzzled

I guess I am not wanted
Not even for dead
Because he just stands there in shock
Looking as though he's already killed me