He called out my name,
But I’ve never seen his face.
Just a guy walking down the street,
He looked ***** and I am sure he had nothing to eat.
For a month I guess.

He wore blue jeans,
And shirt with its sleeves torn.
He walked weirdly,
As if his legs were just mere bones.
Another ***** from the streets I guess.

“It’s been months” he said,
“You look well”.
I was not sure who he was still,
I was hoping that he would tell,
His name at least.

He studied my eyes,
And knew that I was in distress,
“Oh you don’t remember” he said,
“Don’t worry, I am death.
Hoping you would remember me from your dreams.”

I stood still,
Because this wasn’t a dream.
My skin grew cold,
My throat was too dry to scream.

“Don’t be scared” he said
“I am not going to take you.
I took this human form,
In order to teach you,
About pain and suffering,
And everything you desire,
About life and death,
And everything in this pit of fire.”

“Crazy is the mind of man” he continued,
“He could do anything to fulfil his thirst,
He could do anything to come first,
Pursuing things that don’t even matter.”

He turned his face towards a woman,
She was walking her dog.
The collar was too tight,
But the lease was too long.

“How long do you think it would take?
For her to realize that her dog is about to give his last breath away.
How long do you think it would take?
For the man in front of them to turn his face away.”