Death Comes Tonight Poem by Michael Buchanan

You lay eyes open in your bed, time is 3 in the morning yet sleep is no where to be found, for the death that is so close keeps you awake and keeps you in fear of the presence of this power of this darkness only one thing is for certain death has come.

Nobody can know why, or know how, to get death to come or go, . There is no performance there is no show, everybody is so scared that if they live like they are dying then they really will die, but death is an intitiy just meant to scare us all for he comes tonight.

Is it really a he, or a she, or an it, just another intaty, everybody has a name for it, passing, sleeping, dead, lost, forgotten, all things that mean the same for tonight is the night that death comes.

It has no warning for the waking eye, as the victims lies awake each night waiting fo rhte frist strike for the sickness to start, driving them insane. Death comes tonight

Lost from the pain of knowing deaths toment you raise the gun you grab the knife you pop the lid \, and you shoot, slice and swallow, as you die we can all watch at your funeral as we know that Death came that night.