Death might tickle
When I had no name you gave me the name Death.
Through the ages you begin to call me time.
My real name Grim
I am not a thing.
Reaping is what I do.
I’ve been related to disease, plague, famine, demons, curses, and into stories.
I taketh & I giveth.
If your lucky & don’t bore me, you live a full life.
Suicide is a word you created to justify controlling your own life line.
A word for you to feel in control.
Most lives I take,
I give a small quick gift in return if you’ve amused me.
You’ve given it a name as well.
D.M.T...