I first saw this gloomy creature at eight years old.

The person I knew sank deeper into the ground, covered in dirt.

Everyone’s emotions overfilled their hearts like a cup, but I was controlled.

Pools of water oozed out of their eyeballs and they were obviously hurt. 

The conscience of the creature followed me, their soul enlightened me and I was bold;

My passion for Death consumed me, and I was blindsided when people died.

Wherever I went, one thing devoured my mind and soon I was apathetic. 

The war of my killing spree myself was my peace, yet I never cried.

But each time he showed up, a slight smile arose on my face. 

He assured me that everything was okay, even though I was unsympathetic.

I wanted to tell my family, but they would just think that I was a disgrace.

Death wanted me to take my last breath, being with him forever. 

My veins were shocked when I heard him and said that I needed some space.

After thinking long and hard, I agreed with his thought so we could be together.