Something hollow grew inside,
A quiet ache I couldn’t hide.
The days felt long, the nights were cold—
I was tired and growing old.
Then one evening, on a quiet street,
I met someone I never thought I'd meet.
He stood in black, calm and still,
With eyes like glass and a voice that chilled.
Death- He stood patient, waiting a while,
occasionally flashing his handsome smile.
......
Something hollow grew inside,
A quiet ache I couldn’t hide.
The days felt long, the nights were cold—
I was tired and growing old.
Then one evening, on a quiet street,
I met someone I never thought I'd meet.
He stood in black, calm and still,
With eyes like glass and a voice that chilled.
Death- He stood patient, waiting a while,
occasionally flashing his handsome smile.
......