I am Death,

I am feared

By all that know of me,

But by what I can see,

Life,

To put it simply,

Is fleeting.

My job is to

End lives

When fate calls

And says

They are supposed to

End,

But it has come to my

Attention,

Lives seem to be

Nearing their ends

Far earlier than

Usual.

Life was never

Something I understood,

I mean,

I was Death!

Yet something still

Felt off…

Lives were ending

Way too fast.

From what I had

Observed from below,

Life was supposed to be

Lived to its fullest,

To be cherished,

But now…

It just seems to

End.

The beauty in

Life

Is fleeting,

And so is life itself,

Yet I can do

Nothing more

Than wait until

Fate calls.