Literature
Death Is a Lady
Death is a lady,
Beautiful but cold.
A gorgeous woman,
Walking down the street,
Entrancing to look at,
Gliding on her feet,
She gives you a smile,
It takes your breath away,
You realize you're having a heart attack,
And this is your final day.
Curt when she needs to be,
Other times lingering and slow.
A mysterious woman,
You see her every day,
She never looks back at you,
She lives across the way,
But today she meets your gaze,
Still you can't help but stare,
You get in the car to head to work now,
Your brakes fail on the way there.
But if you have her favor,
She may let you grow old.
A beautiful nurse,
She lights up the room,
You recogn
