Death is a wind that chills to the bone,
Death is a heart that's as cold as a stone.
Death is the black of the dark evening sky,
Death is the people that pass you by.
Death is receiving a single black rose,
Death is a door through which everyone goes.
Death is the sound of a womans shrill scream,
Death is much more than it will ever seem.
Death is the end of the life that you know,
Death is the time when you know you must go.
-Tracy A. Dafoe
Copyright ©1998 Tracy Dafoe
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