Death's Whisper

Death is calling your name
You, yes, you
Your name
It is just a whisper
Deep inside your head
One that surely means
You will soon be dead
Everyday the whisper grows louder
Meaning that death is closer
He whispers to you
'Slice your wrist'
Put a gun to your head,
Down all the pills.
Stain everything a bright red.'
Death will get you
You cant escape
There is no hiding
His sights are on you
He wont quit till he wins
You will be six feet under
It is just a matter of time
You will soon be gone.