The Annals of a Pessimistic Individual

I Am Death

I am cold. Still. Dim with sorrow.

I have no past, no today nor tomorrow.

I am ethereal. Unavoidable. Serene.

In my wake, I destroy hopes and dreams.

I break the bonds people make;

I am born from darkness and fate.

I take the lives of children from mothers,

Friends from friends, ;overs from lovers.

There is no pattern for when I attack;

No obstacles to avoid. Nothing holds me back.

I crawl after life in shadows and haze,

Steal days from years; hours from days.

Forever through the ages, forever through the years,

I walk this path through trails of tears.

From the day you are born until the day you die,

I will follow you all to the end of your time.