I am Death Itself.
I wonder if I will ever take myself
I hear the screams of dieing people
I see darkness all the time
I want to actually be alive
I am Death Itself.
I pretend like I am alive
I feel the sand through my fingers
I touch the smooth stones on the beach
I worry that death will take me
I cry when it does
I am Death Itself.
I understand that I will never lose my job
I say that I will
I dream that I have a body
I try to stop the killing
I hope that wars will end and for all fighting to stop
I am Death Itself.
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Written June 2nd, 2006
