Death

The one thing in life that's imminent,
They say every life's sacred.
The number appears on my forehead,
I'm the number XXIII.

They say every life's sacred,
I stare out the window, contemplating death.
I'm the number XXIII,
I don't wish to remain.

I stare out the window, contemplating death,
The devil's sign engraves itself on my neck.
I don't wish to remain,
I watch as the reaper comes through the darkness.

I wonder what death feels like,
The number appears on my head.
I smile as his blade touches my neck seconds before....
NOTHING......