You cannot run, <br />you cannot hide, <br />I am never satisfied. <br />I'm the price you pay, <br />for all your lies. <br />And all that hate, <br />you hold inside. <br />I've waited for you, <br />since your birth. <br />In this darkened space, <br />beneath the dirt. <br />You no longer feel, <br />but others hurt. <br />In death you rest, <br />while the living work. <br />And I wait for them, <br />beneath the dirt.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-death-6/
