Shadows of death

 When the sun goes down ,
       and there is no light,
    I see shadows in the night.

    And when they move I
        hold my breath,
      because they bring me visions of death.

      Not of dieing , but of
     what's to be ,
          and how much death really means to me .

     I try to scare the shadows away ,  but they always return
     the very next day.

      And so their visions I accept,
          and deep down inside my fears are kept ,.

        Awaiting the day no shadows I'll see,
      For that is when dead I'll be ..