Doctor Death

He wears all black,
and watches you,
decides what happens,
when your time is through.

His mask is polite,
but a hardened one,
his eyes so cold.
If looks could bite.

He walks his way,
past blood and mess,
no glance at you,
when he does his tests.

He's known as doctor,
doctor death is his name,
and he's here for you,
because you've gone insane.