"Shiver to the core my dear..

for I am death."

I do not fear this thing called "death".
When I die, I die.
Everything to everyone does it.
There is no stopping it.
We all will wither away.
Most will be forgotten,
Some will live on.
But you must face the facts:
We all wither away.

I will soon perish,
But until I do,
I will make hell on you.