Sometimes
I wish
that death
did not know
my name.
Because
it calls out
for me
each night
with taunts
and sneers
it beckons
me closer.
its eyes
round
like pills
entice me.
It rapes
my mind
bringing forth
unwanted
memories
of loneliness
and pain
and suffering.
Maybe
I will change
my name.
dear
witness
protection
program,
I am
being
chased.
I cannot.
eat.
sleep.
dream.
function.
please
relocate me
where death
is no more.