You Don’t Want Me

She was young when she called me,

the name everyone knows me by:

Death, she called out.

You don't want me, you still have a life;

She didn't listen, she was blinded by the thought

of feeling nothing, or being at bay.

Death, or I, cannot help you, girl.

The girl listened not, but still begged all day,

that I, Death, would take her away.

I told her simply 1 thing:

Death, my dear, will not kill you so easy.

That heart in your chest, is killing you slowly.