Not truly Alone

No one's truly alone.

My bloods on my hands and his scythes at my throat.
I feel so alone, yet not truly alone.
Death is following every small step.
He is one small step behind waiting for your time.
Snatching your life like a hiding butcher knife.
His hands are at my throat taking that old rigged scythe.
I scream as I see his ghostly hands bring down the blade on my skull.
I feel so alone, yet not truly alone.
Death is just one small step behind.

                               

Author's Note

This is just something i made up when I was heart broke. I mean, I care about my life and everything but that moment I felt like my world was ripped apart.

Reviews

[Steve]

Holy crap! This is too intense! Is this a dream you had or what?
Well done!

[FeliciaS (Poetic Prince..]

intersting