Envy

I am a being of fear and chill,
If kill is love, I am Death,
Death is a chill straight to the soul,
A higher power taking it's toll,
Cold creeps into the blackened heart,
Freezing and seizing it, tearing it apart,

I can take all you hold dear,
Shove it in your face, exchange it for fear,
But will you flail, fall into black?
Or strike out and hit my face with a slap?
Fight me to the end, and attept to destroy,
For all you were was only my toy,
I am the spider, black widow of hope,
I inflict you with pain, with too much to cope,
But you have a gift, a freedom to die,
But I don't exist, I am a lie.