Questioning Death

Is it true that you frequently kill? That you are old as the existance of man? Even older that the first creature Preaching how to cease breath from a life In taking lives you were a pundit Precisely programmed from ones birth Valueless visitor,but when arraived its valued Unexpected,strange,.....you informed no one on your arraival Is it true you are mannerless? Is it true you are timeless? You never brought smiles to the living Neither the standing soul of the dead Is it true you not biased? You take male and female out ....bisexual Behind,the blurry or bright background You costumed the living in bleeding black Is it true that no one can excape your catch? And in second you breath-less people in batch? You show no mercy Mysteriously enigmatic and diabolic,you wander about homelessly Death you act like you being remorse Silently subtracting souls still you don't reap what you sow Desending on both animals,plants,humans and things Death is a traveller who brings permanent sleep as a luggage Death the destructive wanderer Death you are cursed But at the finals.....you too shall go to dust