Dear Death
You are not the first thief to break into this chest.
You are just arriving at the end of a long execution.
Live was the one that stripped me bare,
taking, breaking and hollowing me out.
Long bevor you ever died.
I have bee bleeding out my essence in silence for haf a lifetime.
It didn't happen all at wonce; it was a slow quiet theft.
A dream abandoned here, a little trust broken there.
The innocent part of me, that once believed, people actually ment what they said.
So when it is finally time for us to walk away
you will realize there is nothing left here to kill.
Don't weep for what is left of me.
Just be gentle with the shattered wreckage, the world decided to return too late.