Death—

Why must you steal the ones we love, Death?

Peace in death, only to tear the hearts of friends and family wide open for all to see.

There’s not much I can do, here.

They had plans, they had time— or they should’ve.

They were taken far too early and now are far too away.

There is so much still to be said, so much they could have done, but nothing can be said or done now.

A heart stolen, a plan stolen, dreams stolen like a rug from under their feet, you ensured they broke open on the hard cold floor of your realm.

And then you sung them sweetly into your arms, Death, you brought them to you and cradled them like they were your own.

Death, you liar, you.

But they went and now I want to follow. They’ve gotten their peace and I want mine. I want to be there with them, Death, I want to see them again and hold them steadfastly to me like you hold all.

But no, that is too much to ask.

I come to you arms open and you scorn me, spurn me, turn me away time and time again.

I love you, Death.