It’s stalking me, following my tears. Traversing the sad tapestries, Of my hearts inner most guarded fears. Seeking an unjust catastrophe, To spite me as the stalker cheers. All my heart ache, now comes to fruition. Life’s blood spills to the floor, Embolden of life’s cruelty, and perdition. Despair ripples upon the shore, Wearing away my souls protection. Alas deaths stalk, grows to an end, Its journey nears completion. All my strength, now resends, Of the tormentors rendition. Trying to make a dignified transition.