When Death Mocks Me

When Death Mocks Me. Its horrifying laughing is noticeable it haunts me.Always lurking around it will not keep its distance it want be resisent.Gasping for my breath my demons giggling at my death. Some how they know they have won. As they watch me lying in my blood filled like a pond.The horrendous smirk on death's face. In my mouth leaves a bitter taste. A dry mouth I will die of thirst. When Death Mocks Me it must be a curse.