His Deathliness:P

Hey guys,I wrote this (i think) just after my dad passed away (no need for the sympathy crap...it happen!),and i want your honest comments on it!

Death makes his rounds
every now and then,
striking when most unexpected,
waiting when he should
have struck a long time ago.
He craves for company,
never looking for sympathy;
a diverse lot of them,
from a rook to the gem,
His venomous fangs sink deep
leaving scars that last a lifetime.
The numbing pain seems to make Time
tick faster and faster,
until reality hits head on,
until all are consumed…
born just to die, success
a complete waste, for nothing
can be taken; shed tears
for the non-existent,
all subtlety lost,
destined for the unknown,
To the gardens of Eden
or the fiercest pits of Hades,
still an Alien thought.
The wind rushes and He’s taken
a friend or a foe…….

-Ananya Revanna.