Ghostly figure
Walks the halls
Of the alone,
Depressed,
And diseased,
Trailing robes of ungodly substance.
Within a room,
Cold.
You can feel it in the air.
With your end so close,
You haven�t a prayer.
With one touch,
You cease to be.
With one breath,
You know it�s time.
With one sight,
You are frozen,
Trapped in fear,
And it�s too late.
With undeniable grace,
Death walks the hall and seals your fate.
