Death Is Ready.

Death is ready
with her weapon and celebration
No solemnity, my dear
There is no permition,
She will dance with you
Before the end
And in the end
This is your doom,
Your deserved home
And death is ready for you
And each one of us,
Anyone who tries to dare her.
She comes with a five finger punch
At first
And sweet torture, morbid sacrifice
Later.
Which does not take long for her,
Only for you.
Death is everywhere,
As a watcher
As a carer
As an informer
As a fucking lesson
Within fate and temptation.
Now, then and anytime
Death is ready.