Muerte Bella's blog: "Ramblings"

Death comes on silent wings Blown by the winds of time When she comes for you To bestow the kiss of death Will you be ready? Will you fall into her embrace Like a long lost lover Or push her away fighting For that last grasp of air The morsel we call life? But atlas, She will keep knocking On your door Till you tire of life And will gladly follow her Into the fires of Hell Or the extacy of Heaven.....