the end

 

death awaits no one and smiles upon our grave as if to say "you said you would never be mine but look at you now all you could ever be is mine". you look at him in disgust and see his eyes you now they seem familiar and full of pain and anger you cant stan the sight so you turn away as so many have done befor  if only you could under stand the pain he has gone through...:

you sit and think of his eyes knowing the familiar look the look you were given befor there was no more he lifted his left hand and pointed to you then lifted the right and showed both to you he knows now it is to late the look of death is in his eye and life has seemed to fade away

you know who it is now as you turn to see what has become of him and in that moment you see me not the black hooded death.

except even in death you were to late and I can never be found again. now lost in this waste land of hell