Lady death - Poems of the soul

A lady who decides,
lives and hopes,
screaming up senses,
seas and delays,
short lives,
unexpected time,
families that boast,
an accelerated heart.

The lady that I speak today,
she is nicknamed lady by nature,
and death by reluctance,
bringing in your hands,
tattooed names,
In indelible ink,
like love,
a victim of so many,
that fall before the lady,
for immense passion,
of sad song,
wild agony.

Lady death,
If you want to take me,
Talk to me first,
Talk to me and do not stop anymore,
Then take me subject and take me for a walk,
with your steps rather slow,
I'll know what can happen...