Something hollow grew inside,
A quiet ache I couldn’t hide.
The days felt long, the nights were cold—
I was tired and growing old.
Then one evening, on a quiet street,
I met someone I never thought I'd meet.
He stood in black, calm and still,
With eyes like glass and a voice that chilled.
Death- He stood patient, waiting a while,
occasionally flashing his handsome smile.
“I know you’re tired. I know you ache.
An anguish you’re unable to shake”

“But child, where I take you to rest,
There’s no noise, no pain, no beating chest.”
Wouldn’t it be easy to leave, to fade, to be gone,
To a place with no right or wrong.

But then I thought about all I’d miss,
The messy love and the lover’s kiss.
The broken laughs, the songs half-sung
And the sunrise when the night is done.
So I told him, “I think I have more to do?”
To which he smiled like someone who already knew.
“I will come for you when the time is right,
So, for now pick up your will, go and fight.”