16 years

A Poem by Hachamecha

The gun pointed at me
glinting brightly
in the blood red moonlight

In age
in another day
a sword at my throat
bright with malice
in the silver twilight

in another life
in another time
but my age
never changes
as Death's bell will chime

When Death's bell chimes
I will be 16
then my killer will come
to complete his crime

As the ages go
as I die and return
he will always be there
to finish me off
he makes my stomach churn

Even as I come and go
16 has become Death himself
my killer will show himself so

My death at the age of 16
16
sweet 16

For me?
16 is no magic number
the number of death
fear
insanity
pain

You think I'm insane?
but as centuries pass
16 years pass
then I die
that is a fact
that you cannot deny

Do not deny
the undeniable
because my killer will come

Come for me
my blood
my body
and soul

I am 15
I have only one year left to live
A year until our reunion

My killer,
my love
Always those same eyes
that sought out to kill me