Dooms Day

As death stares into my eyes.
I stiffen and suddenly go weak.
He places his hands.
Around my neck
and
begins to squeeze.
I struggle to release his hands.
To breathe
A life to soon to be taken.
I cry and moan.
And he chuckles.
"Good riddance."
I feel my strength
slowly fade.
and
my eyes close to a deep sleep
I feel his hand slip from my neck
there is nothing left
No more tears to cry.
My days have came and went.
A life to soon was taken.