To Death

Your menacing face haunts me,
Loves me.
Leaves me.
I don't know who you are.
Why you've come for me.
I love you, angel.
I love you.

The first blow feels like a soft array of flutes and pianos, singing what I do not want to hear.
Again and again,
You strike me and I fall to the floor.
A pile of irrevocable human.

I see death knocking on my window,
Asking me if I am ready.
You tell him I am not,
But I am. I am. I am.
Take me, death.
Please, please take me.

Why do you fight him so?
You never wanted me to live.
Why can't I just be gone from this merciless world onto something I believe is better.
Or worse.
Or better.
But do I really have the right to say which one?

I fear you, death.
I fear what I can not understand,
Which is very little.
But you...
Knocking.