She torments without mercy;
She disregards color and creed;
She arrives without warning:
And when her trigger sings,
You’re lifeless —
Your existence begins to cease.
She hunts without pity;
She destroys like a disease.
She strips away your sanity
As she inflicts with her deeds.
She cares not for the needy,
Nor the humble, or the weak;
She enjoys your cries for mercy
As she destroys your will to be.
She is ruthless; she’s never-ending,
No boundaries does she keep:
She comes without warning,
Carrying vengeance to her feast.
I pray she ends her afflictions;
Her tortures terrorize me.
I pray she ceases her anger:
I am shallow, broken and weak
From the heartache she does bring.
Death Comes by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse