Death

And death being your vice,
Used to cloud the minds of the great,
A shadow of terror,
That is like a splinter in your mind.

Digging deeper,
It's effects splintering your sanity,
It's pain clouding your judgement,
And it's horrors scaring your mind.

The pain of death is sharp,
A deadly sting,
That can drive one to insanity,
Like a loony blown by the wind,
Or a leaf carried to places unknown.

This is it's curse,
And it's price.

- Michael Hall