Beautiful Stranger

As I sit all alone in the frosty wind, thinking of the unknown.

As I sit and wait for deaths sickening grip to choose my fate.

As I sit she stares, her hazel eyes looking straight through me.

I smile at her, no expression in her beautiful pale face.

I think to myself who is this beautiful stranger?

I start to look deeper into her hazel eyes.

I then realise she is also waiting the reaper.

Suddenly I see she's lost, alone.

Sudenly I see who this beautiful stranger is.

Suddenly I see she's not beautiful she is me.