Who is Death?
A sweet relief of sin, an escape of pain, an advance of freedom.
A doorway to a realm where there is nothing, and I need nothing
because I feel nothing; I am nothing.
I'm an empty space inhabited by what some would call a life, but I am not that.
I am not a physical being.
I am not among the living, therefore I cannot die, but neither am I dead.
I don't breathe like a human, or think like a human.
My emotions are simple: nothing lives.
Nothing can be happy while I walk the wretched world one calls a home.
I destroy lives, and enjoy it.
I break hearts, and enjoy it. The suffering of the world makes me
laugh because most of it I cause.
Don't wonder who I am; you know. Hello, my name is Death.