There stands death <br />a black distillate in a waitresses leftover coffee cup <br />the only answer when even the echo does not reply <br /> <br />There stands death <br />a masked figure whose face you cannot see <br />black hooded wretch who beckons come with me <br /> <br />There stands death <br />reaching out for you with both hands <br />While you do not dare take a single breath <br /> <br />As a child i played hide and seek <br />While hiding i heard my breath <br />thinking <br />Death is hide and seek <br />Never being found <br />ever again <br />There stands death <br /> <br />beau golden<br /><br />BEAU GOLDEN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-stands-death/
