And there I stood

Facing Death himself.

His black eyes bore through my body

To my very soul

Devouring it with a glance.

He chuckled,

An evil thing.

"Did you think you would escape me?"

He rasped.

Cold fingers grasped my heart

From the inside.

His dark figure blends to the shadows

Of this desolate hole

That I dug the day I died.

A death that left me breathing.

Aching.

Surviving.

I had not lived since Death joined me.

And now

He finally shows his inky face

In the second

That I decided to live

Truly live

Once again.

But he cannot let me go.

I had been his companion for an eon,

An age of numb regrets.

But I can feel again 

And I must act. 

So there I stand

Facing down Death.