if you were death, i'd embrace you and ask you to lead me into eternity.
and i would not be afraid, for why should i fear death?
death is the mindless bliss that comes after the chaos of life.
no, i do not fear death, there is no need.
but if you were life, i would turn away from you.
casting you from my heart, into the cold fires of fear.
so that you may live as i do:
dreading the next moment, regretting those already past,
dreaming of the time when it all disappears to leave me in peace.
and if you were sleep, i would turn to you with tear filled eyes,
wondering why you forsake me when i need you most.
i would plead for you to come back to me,
to shelter me with yourself once again,
for you have left me when i would turn to you.
if you were the rain,
i would call to you, asking for company as i cried.
ask for you to fall down on my head and drench me till all my tears were
gone,
to beat a steady tattoo on my roof, and lull me finally into sleep.
and if you were love i would ask why i fear you,
why i run to avoid you,
why i won't let you make yourself a place in my heart.
i would ask why i think of love as pain,
for, if you were love, you would know the answer.
and if you were me, i would look at you.
i would try to see myself without a cloud of judgment covering my eyes.
i would look a you wih eyes wide open, puzzling out what i have become.
for i sill don't know what i am myself.
if you were death i'd love you for it.
for then i could escape into your world,
and never look back. but you are not.