Death is something
that calls my name.
Every night
when I look out of the window
I see the pain
that hides in my eyes.
I see death by my side.
He calls for me
He tells me I belong in the other world.
That I have no place on Earth.
That soon my heart will burn in a great fire.
A fire that my soul will create
from all of the pain
that it sees and feels.
Every once in a while
I do as Death tells me.
Weather its a simple
cut of the skin
or a burn.
I listen to his words
as he slowly tears me apart.
I have once thought.
Is this the devil?
But I may ask myself
why would someone so big in the world want my soul.
So i dismissed the thought.
Death is himself
and no other.
He works for both God
and the Devil.
But with all the outcomes of my life why
would either want
in their home.
I feel the pain
of in between.
Death or Life.
Who wants me dead,
God or the Devil.
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