Death by C.M. Radcliff

Surrounded by violence and hatred, I was born with a target on my back.
The monsters sought after me, slowly tainting my soul.
A person can only withstand so much before they snap.
I’m a grenade and they pulled the pin.
Tick, tock; the clock’s running out.

We all come into this world, sentenced to death.
And when he calls, we have to answer.

As for me, I’ll be making the calls.
I am Death.