Challenge
Most people by now know that I've made death my theme for January ... in doing so, I thought of this ... we have no clue when, where or how Death will come for us when it's time, but if it could speak to you, what would Death say
Poem, Prose or short-story ... What would the Devil say to you ... tag me in the comment section this way: @Danceinsilence ... otherwise I won't know you have done this.
You Don’t Want Me
She was young when she called me,
the name everyone knows me by:
Death, she called out.
You don't want me, you still have a life;
She didn't listen, she was blinded by the thought
of feeling nothing, or being at bay.
Death, or I, cannot help you, girl.
The girl listened not, but still begged all day,
that I, Death, would take her away.
I told her simply 1 thing:
Death, my dear, will not kill you so easy.
That heart in your chest, is killing you slowly.
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