The Poet Of Death

I lurk behind your shadow
And laugh at you at night
I have a golden glow
Yet darkness is my light
My lungs are full of smoke
From your ciggarettes
And the heart I have is cold
Straight out of your chest
You never see me
Yet I'm there all the time
Searching for a soul
To claim as mine
Yours is beautiful
And I'd love to have a taste
Of the beauty within you
And that wonderful grace
Yet I'm dark and mean
Cold and have no eyes
Yet I see all
Your truths and your lies
I have a sleek flow
So unique to you
And my voice has a soft tone
So delicate and smooth
Yet its the mask I wear
To cover up the truth
So be aware
When you lay down to rest
Because you might see me there
The Poet Of Death.