Death

Death shall come And take me away. Leaving where he is from, To tell me I’m done with my play. He’ll pick me up As I say goodbye. He flies up, As I prepare to die. This isn't fun, As we fly around. I would rather be killed by a gun, Or fall to the ground. Now I’m a lifeless body Without a soul to keep. We land but it seems oddly, I cannot land on my feet. I surely am dead, as I lay there on the ground. Not able to lift up my head. As lost souls move around. Is this just a dream? Or have I gone insane? Is this just some random theme? I cannot think with my brain. There is no blood, making a stream. As all my thoughts go down the drain