Death disease and dying
Have a smell of there own
There is no denying that
Pungent undertone that
Gets in the nose and follows
One home with it’s own
Shadow of doubt to bring
About thoughts of the
Inevitable end to come
Creep the shadows do
Come to introduce themselves
For the future at which
Time there is no excuse
Of I did not know you nor
Did I expect your arrival
At this time