Death Something to be scared of, something to fear. It makes some people shed a tear. A monster, hideous, lurking at night. It makes people go into a fright. Yet I am not scared of it, as you can see. One day, it will also get me. I'll embrace it, hugging it tight. For who knows were it will take me, through the night. It leads me to hell, no wait, to heaven? I suppose this is quite odd, like the number, 11. For as most people are frightened by it, you see. Death can make some people, quite happy.