my name...

having Death as a companion for so long makes one wonder...

I haven’t had a good night

Sleep. Suffice it to say

I dream at daybreak,

When the dawn has brought

With it light. I may rest

My head upon my pillow

And close my eyes

For half a minutes rest

Until the world starts

And I am engaged.

With a day of work

Or books, social moods.

Dominus Mortis follows

Me in our days, in our nights.

How do I word, what I

Am, who keeps my company.

Is it so long a stretch

To claim I am him,

The reaper, creator of all life

To give itself an occupation,

To teach life what cycle

Has afforded itself.

Is it too much to claim

I am the deathly cloaked

Atrocity.

Catastrophe.

Lyrical Chaos.

Creeping in my own mind,

Emerging in the favored condition

Of darkness, when

All is still, all is at rest.

But my mind, or my eyes

Pale with a truth the world

Has ignored. Too many

Have laid claim to my

Visits; none know.

Claimed imbeciles provoke

My imagination with hope

That I am isolated, not.

I rid the world of God-

Decapitated purpose-

Reaped hope from reality-

They’ve assumed my sanity

As broken. Who knows

Dominus Mortis, more than

I.

I am lone. simple rogue.

For I am death.

My name is death,

And my end is near.

Author's Note

Opinions are welcome.

Reviews

[FrancescaX]

i think Death should really sit down to read all these works about him :) i've got one in which death is a girl :) lovely poem although i got confused a bit with the sentences that went into each other. sometimes i didnt know the beginning of a new sentence.

[Speak in Silence]

This is amazing! Good luck :)

[PatrickBairamian]

I appreciate it, thank you.

[Speak in Silence]

You're welcome :)