He Picked Me

Death once held his hand out to me
to bring me upon whatever's next
to prove that I no longer had to be.
To show me that the pain could end.

The path of life still winding ahead
Others still traveling, still trying.
I knew it would go on,
Without me.

The past is still dark
Filled with glassy eyes,
the smiles of a shark
and the infuriating lies.

The future going on, away
The path filled with deception, decay.
Uncertainty in the eyes of the lost
Hope in the eyes of the optimistic.

My place in this world, forever forgotten,
Memories of me, now rotten
But I smile happily, because
Death once held his hand out to me.