Hours spent waiting
For new names to appear
Hours spent looking
At my ever growing list

Sitting in silence

Awaiting the cold metal
To strike warm flesh
Awaiting blood to stain
The lifeless earth

Sitting in chaos

War is boring
For most are ready
To leave this hellhole
In one way or another

Sitting in darkness

I am sought after
As reprieve
from this suffering
As means to go
from one hell to another

For I am death