Death

Oh, I was a sicko!

Death


Shadows of graves
in the moons white gleam.
A hanging rope -
the dead man's dream.
The silver glint
of the edge of a knife,
stained with blood -
the end of one's life.
A step off the ledge
of a building steep.
Drown in a pool
so dark and deep.
Death is everywhere.
Death is near.
And for you, my friend,
Death is here.