A Meeting with Death

There I stood, staring death straight in the face…
     It was afraid of me!
I had absolutely nothing to lose…
     And it too, it had not a single thing to gain…
As it looked through my eyes, and into my mind…
     A coward, it abruptly became…
Laughing, I let go of my own emotions…
     As it trembled, feeling nothing but the pain…
The derisive tone, I know it must have sensed…
     Humbled, beaten now at its own game…
For, it saw that day my demented inside…
     Humiliated now, that it had even came…