A Letter To Death

The end's beginning

To,
The un-dearest and the unloved death,

I feel for you. You have always been a constant companion of human beings, but they still despise you. You've even given chances (second,third and many) to some lucky ones out there and caused indications for them to go find their morals and values again. Such a great gift! Yet, they do not seem to like you. And believe me, they never will. Who in their right mind would want to leave this world full of pleasures and glamours and lusts and go live with you in some notoriously non-existant hereafter right? That's what majority says after all!....Well, wrong.
To the believing, you are the saviour that takes them away from the prison of this amoral world to a place that God always wanted them to be in, had it not been for that first mistake man made in... Heaven maybe? Who knows! To the non-believing: The darkest of pits, the ugliest of truths, the man with those black wings and dark hood. To me, you're but just a....friend. Because your thought has never left me since I lost him. It still pains when I think about his whereabouts. Had he been but a little devout, I would never hear his constant screams of pain and whispers of admonitions from Almighty knows where! He saw you in the most gruesome of forms while still in his intoxicative addictions... And now, while I rot here in this mental asylum, painting the walls with his whispers and waiting for the end's beginning, will you mind if I ask you this: Who are you?..

Yours forever,
Some random girl waiting for you...