The sense of death wipes over me

Not anyone’s but my own

I feel it coming for me 

But is it really

Or is it just me longing for it 

I want it to come but it hasn’t yet

Wanting to greet it like an old friend 

But it wants to be my enemy 

It wants stay away from me

Like I’m a poison or toxic to it

The way I feel I am to everyone else

So I guess it makes sense that it would stay away from me