From what hell do I aspire?
To what heaven do I seek?
What misery follows me through the night?
This twisting, this turning, halt does it not!
Like a roller coaster, it leads me closer to the end.
Closer to the merciless fate that awaits me.
Every breath my lungs take,
Drives me closer to the edge,
The edge that we all will eventually slip,
Off.

But fear has never once intermingled with the twisted thoughts,
Of my unhinged mind.
Fear of Death has never once sunk it's hungry,
Venomous teeth into my cognizance.
Death is not fear, and fear is not Death.
Therefor, I cannot fear Death.
Instead I embrace it, like a gift.
For Death is a gift from my creator,
Whether he be from heaven or hell.
Death is the only merciful gift he grants me,
The only true act of kindness.

Death may allude me for many years,
But eventually she will graciously,
Reveal herself to me.
And when she does grace me with her presence,
I will gladly travel with her.
My time being secured,
I will rest.

We mortals,
We only have an allotted time.
We serve the time our creature grants us,
Nothing less,
Nothing more.
Once our deeds are done,
Death will grant us her presence.
For Death never makes a mistake,
On who to take.

Once our services are unneeded,
Death takes us for we are no longer,
Needed.
There is no way to allude her,
For Death can see all,
Hears all,
Knows all.

When my time is served,
I will go with her.
Leave this pain behind me,
And embrace peaceful bliss.

My creature,
Whether he be from heaven or hell,
Has granted me one gift,
One act of mercy.
Her name is Death.