Part 1

I am familiar with the night

For it is where I walk,

Alone-

Near blades of bright green grass

Brown and withered beneath my fingers

My gift,

My curse.

Okay to be this?

    No.

Loved?

    No.

Fearing myself

Staying nowhere.

My gift,

My curse.

Wanting-

Never able to receive.

Feeling-

I cannot.

Living?

    No.

Truely dying?

    No.

My gift,

My curse

I am Death.

Part 2

A shadow approaches

I pause--

Waiting.

    No.

    Why?

I don't want this

Causing things I can't help.

    No.

My gift,

My curse.

Coming closer-

I can't stop it.

Draining that shadow-

I have to feel it.

The shadow stops.

    No!

    Why?

I pass.

Taking.

I never wanted this

The figure collapses.

Keep moving;

I caused that.

My gift,

My curse--

I am a monster.

Part 3

I feel for those who know me not,

Thinking me so wise

An embrace.

    No.

    Not that way.

Cringing, not welcoming.

They think me old,

A man myself

Not a boy.

They think of me as friend

    No.

    A foe.

They think with me is another life

    No.

I take those lives-

Not welcome them.

I am not a friend

For once we meet, you're gone.

There is no second life with me

Once you live, you die.

I'm sorry.

No saving

No aiding--

I am it.

No one survives me-

You can only die.

There is no choice.

I am the taker of everything.

Part 4

I met one once-

An immortal, like me.

At first only joy to find another.

Then I learned her name,

And she mine

Enemies.

We could not befriend

For while I take

She gives,

Opposite ends.

She is what I cannot be

An angel,

With me a demon.

While I am forced to walk alone

She lives in love.

With family and friends.

I have no one.

An immortal with a normal life-

Not me.

That day I smiled.

Not again.

My hope hope is gone.

Now I wander,

Alone-and take

This is my punishment

Existing like this

Never allowed anything.

I go on;suffering

Not living;dying

But I cannot die

I am death.

Part 5

Sometimes it plagues me-

What I did--

To deserve this.

Or did it just have to be someone.

An outcast-

Walking alone.

Long ago I had hope

It has vanished.

I go on.

My existence is pain,

I cause only suffering.

I don't want to.

I wish someone else had to walk this path.

But they don't-

I do.

I'm sorry.

I take lives.

Guilt-

Haunts me.

I try to forget,

But it's always there.

I'm sorry

For taking.

I will one day take you,

Etching your name into memory.

When that day comes,

Remember:

Never let me stop you.