To Death:

I'm not afraid of you.

I've learned to embrace you.

I figured there is no way of escaping you so, I choose to accept you.

Of course, we have never seen eye to eye

But let's be real for a second.

You are the most selfish thing in this world.

You have single handedly taking everything I've ever loved in seconds.

You spread like an incurable disease.

You come from the pits of darkness and have taken every thing that's given me light.

No one in their right mind ever wants to meet you but you force your hand upon many.

You're not worried about time until your time to arrive.

You know nothing about giving life because well your mission is to take life.

Death, I think I'm starting to hate you.

It is believed that once you carry out your job,

a new life is brought into this world, but why must you take one to replace it?

What could anyone possibly do to ever have to come face to face with you?

Granted, you snatched bad people away, but you've also taken good people away too.

The thought of you makes my skin crawl.

I have never figured out how to deal with you.

Should I cry? Scream? Rejoice? Celebrate?

What should I do?

I've never been able to fully understand you.

Death how can people seem comfortable with the new place you take them?

Maybe I should ask, "Why?"

After meeting you, I assume things are dark.

But looking at my loved ones, they look at peace.

But how?

So let me get this straight?

You think you can just come in here and take from me

And not have to answer any of my questions?

Huh death? Or will you direct me to God's line?

Maybe I should question him?

I don't understand that either.

But like I said before:

I'm not afraid of you.

I've learned to embrace you.

I figured there is no way of escaping you so, I choose to accept you.

But one thing I have been able to come to terms with about you, Death, is that maybe it's just not my time to understand you.

​Sincerely,

​Me