I realize I've cheated you many moons ago.
You've come for me before with your pungent smell.
I've watched you size me up,
while you watched me stare you down.
Our eyes met one time in passing,
but I showed my back to you.
How rude of me.
I know.
I remember your urgency last summer.
You seemed so pleased when that wave took me.
But i slipped from your icy gripped fingers.
And i know that was you hovering,
lurking over my lifeless body,
after giving life that November.
I showed you up.
You're so persistent.
I almost envy your work ethic. Almost.
And here we are again, just you and I.
With your misery, stinking up the place.
And that decrepit smug look, as if Beelzebub has sent you.
But, it gives me great satisfaction to tell you.
You have truly come too late.
You see, my neck reveals this mark,
someone else has claimed my demise.
For I have been blessed with eternal life.
It is I who has been seeking you, only to say.
Go **** yourself Death.
I have cheated you once again.