Mr hooded man stood there
Your face is hidden but I know you stare
You eyes are piercing and you scare me so
In my room you stand and you don’t go
You whisper words I can not hear
But these words you speak are words of fear
You take my mind and read it through
You know my life and what I do
I hate the way, that when I cry
You visit me in hope I die
And because of you I now fear life
The slumber air you cut with knife
I can not rest, I can not sleep
Happy thoughts from me you keep
You wont step down until I give in
But if I do that, I know you win
Immortality is what I need
But to live that long just shows my greed
So should I just surrender to you
Mr Death, you know what to do.
Pamela James Blackwood
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-death/
