My heart starts pounding,my blood starts
flowing. Sweat starts to drip, my eyes open just a bit, enough to
see the danger. My eyes open wide, I prepare to fight
for my life. Creeping towards me is DEATH
himself. Carrying his scythe in one hand and a
hourglass in the other, I can see the sand almost gone in the
upper half, DEATH with his maniacal laugh approaches,
the shadow trail behind him encroaches. My spirit is
lifted from my body only to realize DEATH is here to help take
the suffering away.
