They say you die once but 
Death is a greedy thing
That steals living parts of you 
And keeps them until you 
Pay him with your beating heart.

The first thing death takes
Is innocence. 
It takes it however,
Slowly or suddenly,
Letting ignorance 
And naive thoughts go with it.
Death drinks it up,
Laughing at this 
Young and ignorant taste left
In his sour mouth.

The next is youth, 
He takes it until 
You are full of wrinkles
And you can't hear
Or see properly
And he drinks it up
And laughs at your 
Blind and deaf features
As you stumble around,
Waiting for somebody to lean on.

Next is beauty,
He lets you hold it in your hands
Until he slips it from your 
Fingers 
And into his cup, 
Drinking the conceited thoughts 
And ***** lips.

Death takes love,
And leaves a bitterness 
In our hearts.
He takes hope,
And leaves an emptiness 
In our heads.

Then you die, and all you have left to give him is your ****** heart
And memories
And he his happy,
All because death hates
Sudden heart deaths,
But he likes to wait until we are old
And full of regret.
We die many times.