Death Has It's Toll Poem by Wolfie CrimsonBlood

The clock strikes twelve
The angels sing their heavenly song
But I think we all know is that you should go to hell
Your choking on your misery
But I don't care because I see
The sins you've done and the rights you've wronged

Everything is sliping from you
Your breath gets very queezy
You gasp until you reach out your hand
To touch the once loved one who held your hand in memory

You lied and cheated
You never even cared
So why bother I'll just leave you there
So say your sorry and ask for forgivness
Because when you die...

Death will ask and you shall pay
For Death has his own toll

~Wolfy~