Death you have blood on your hands;
On this page emotion, I pour,
And this is where my anguish stands.
Because death obeys no law.
If I could I would show death the door.
Yesterday you stole a dear soul.
Today again you steal, you are foul.
Tomorrow, will you do the same?
Death makes my blood boil,
Death makes my heartbreak,
Death is like a snake, it coils.
When death arrives,
I wallow in heartache.
I write, I think, I tweet.