Death's Hand

Death's hand is on my shoulder,
     I am not afraid
     I am not happy
     I simply exist.

He holds it there for a while,
     I do not question
     I do not cry
     I simply exist.

I hear his warm laugh in my ear,
     I will not shutter
     I will not flinch
     I simply exist.

Death's touch is cold like fire,
     I feel not burned
     I feel not frozen
     I simply exist.

Death looks at me, eyes empty sockets,
     I can not see
     I can not move
     I simply exist.

He kisses softly my lips like razors,
     I bleed
     I crumble
     I die.