It always happens
Each and every day.
And we can't stop it.
No, there is no way.

Age, sickness, disease.
It does not put us at ease.
Death is an angel.
And it does have an angle.

Is it clear?
No, not really.
Some people laugh like it's silly.
But me?
It makes me dizzy.

Death.

Like a sea
It comes and reaches out to me.
Calling with a sweet song.
But it is all wrong.

Death.

It doesn't have limitations.
Babies, kids, and the elderly.
It scares the heck out of me
And it should scare you, too.
Silent and quick.
Or annoyingly slow.

It doesn't stop there.
It doesn't have a why.
It comes from anywhere.
And it certainly isn't shy.