The fallen leaves
in the graveyard
look very lovely

The Old Oak stands
in isolated splendour
In the far corner
of the garden

Skeletal in winter
beautiful in summer
must be at least
one hundred and fifty years old

Nobody understands you
I want to know
Why you ****
The pain you cause
You make warriors fall to their knees
Everybody worships you
You haunt nightmares
You are an evil sorcerer
Your prison locks away the forgotten
In a place where
Creativity, imagination, and color
They do not exist
They are not welcome

I hate you Death
You have taken from me
You thief!
You are evil
You torture my mind
My body screams for the pain to stop
You **** me from the inside out
You possess my thoughts
There is nothing worse
You filthy liar!  You cheater!
I hope you suffer beyond belief!
I hate you, Death

And yet,
Without you
There would still be pain
Sorrow
Torture
You end all that
With one movement
What is worse than death?
Many, many are worse than Death
You may be a devil, Death
I will never understand you
But
You have helped me through life
And when it is my time to end
I will do it willingly
Thank you, Death

Would the world continue if I were not in it?
Would the laughter cease?
Or would it keep going?

Would I live on in memory?
Or be forgotten?
Would anyone... anybody out there
Care?

Would Death accept me for who I am?
Or leave me?
Amid Life and Death
Light and Dark
Future and Past

Will I ever find out?