I Am Death Poem by Job Laz

I come yet again
Masked in the chilly wind
My breath cold
My bosom inert
I come to take what is not mine
What I have not formed
I come to rid life of its bounty
Its priceless gems I have come lift
I am death
I come to add to my long shelves
The chronicles of earth's choicest
I come to hush the pounding of their heart
Locked behind their rib cage
I come to expire their loud boasting
Their empty chatters of bravery
I have come from the dark recesses of the cloud
To rock their mega phone-like lips to sleep
I have come from the abyss of furry and blood
To grant them a sun bath
Underneath an ageless sky
To pile down their worth and have it passed through my microscopic eyes
For I decide their fate
Their end is equally my jolt at best
I come yet again
Adorn with linen of silence
My palm bluish
Against the noontide