Humans seem to think I revel in my task of escorting the souls of the dead to their afterlives. But this isn’t the case.

My job takes me to places all over the world, but there is very little chance to rest. But there are benefits to this job that humans don’t realize. I get to visit every place where a human has died, which leads to beautiful sites.

The streets of Venice, the peak of Everest, the Pyramids of Egypt, the Gardens of Babalon. I’ve seen them all. When not working with death I soak in the life that I am grateful to experience. The culture humans have developed is fascinating. Their music, literature, cinema, language. All of these things have beauty in them.

While I am the deliverance of death, I am also an archive of human history, undying, never forgetting.

My job is to experience humans as they are in their final moments, but also to experience humans as a whole.

I am a traveler through human history, becoming a part of their culture, as much as they are of mine.

I cherish the lives of each human, and look forward to traveling with them and see where they’re future leads.

Dead but not gone Lurking in the shadows Late at night My protector or my demon People who aren’t there People who are watching Is this your wrath Or do you miss me Either way this feels like judgement No one else notices No one else see Tall cloaked in shadow Limbs too long Eyes too bright But I know it’s you Even in your tormented death Waiting in the web of shadows Patient Observing Waiting for me I feel my death is coming Maybe it will be you that delivers it to me As I had hand in delivering yours Sleepless nights Lights on Afraid of what waits in the dark Weeks Months Time blurs But you wait A spider in your web of darkness Insanity Fear Always looking I’m sorry my friend It wasn’t meant for you But you know this You tormented me because of it Now you shall get what you want Hands Eyes Flesh Blood Sacrifice It’s been so long to feel The sun finally on my skin Finally at peace