• I spoke with death today
    He told me to be strong
    That this burning sensation throughout my body
    Was my trial by fire
    This unholy presence in my legs, chest, and arms
    Would be my testament
    If I survived
    I crawled away as far as I could
    Why did death choose me
    Was I too evil
    Too good
    Or simply in the wrong place
    Perhaps he came for some long held grudge
    Or did he want my treasured possessions
    Questioning his motives death returned
    He got right in my face and asked me
    If I was ready to die
    An answer that didn’t matter
    My life was in the hands of a reaper
    His cold lips on my forehead,
    Prepared my mind for his embrace
    Do I cower or accept death
    Rejection seemed impossible
    Death just waited for his answer
    Clicking his teeth
    He drew back his blade
    I stared at this hooded figure
    Triggered at my demise
    Why
    These are my last words with death
    So says the gun