Death's Obsession

<p><span>He's coming for you.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>He took the people that I love away from me. Still, no one believed me when I said that I saw the faceless man on the night of the accident.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>No one can escape death.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>Me? There's nowhere else I'd rather be.</span></p>