Poetry of Mike

Lurking shadows all through the night

You try & try to put up a fight

When the clock strikes 2, your time has come

You can't get away, you can only run

But with every step, you can feel his breath

Lurking in the shadows, a man named Death

Escape is futile, you can't even hide

Just like your God, he's there by your side

Creeping and crawling like snakes of tomorrow

He desires your soul with no worries of sorrow

He's got your number, there's nothing you can do

Just do what you can 'til the clock strikes 2