Of all the things I have loved, Death, I have come to love you most of all. And the hold you take on my tired heart only brings me closer to you. You would want me to hate you. Yet every drop of blood only makes your face more visible to me. I ride a stream from myself to you but you send me away. Every time. And I once did hate you for taking those so close to me away. My life was as shallow as the husk you left behind. The husk of my life. My life. Yet now I do love you. And as I say your name you only come halfway for me. Death, can you not see what you now mean to me? They are gone, and it is they that I loved back then. But when I want to ride that stream from me to them you always push me back. Embrace me, Death. You are the only one who knows me now. I have you to be with. You are the closest one to those I loved so much. You ask why I come to you. Death, you are now the only love I have. At least where there is you, Death, There is Love, And there is Peace. There is you.
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