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.