Death

Your eyes are like coal.
Your heart is nonexistent.
The scythe you carry is sharp.

Don’t come near me,
Stay away,
Life is warm,
You are cold.

I came.
I screamed in her ears.
My voice was shrill and coarse.
My cloak flowed in the chill.

I heard another girl calling.

Your hands stretch out,
Grabbing me.
You are my chance.
Your touch soothes my hot skin.

The soul was small and fragile
I saved the delicate soul.
My heart reached out to her.
I helped her crying soul.

Don’t worry.
My personality may change,
But in to what,
That’s up to your soul.