Dear death,

As I lay at night waiting for you to consume another,

I wait for you to knock at my door.

The demons inside of me grow each day,

and you wait for me around every corner.

You lurk, and wander, and search, and find,

never giving those who avoid you, a chance to run or hide.

And though I fear your bony fingers that seek my soul,

I do not know what you will bring once I am yours.

Is it peace or pain that will become of me as I am without a soul?

Or is it a solitude of nothingness tha will be my end?

SIncerely,

Your next victim