Death, you uncaring and self obsessed mistress....
You pop in and out of my life to destroy/devour all efforts of joy...
when I least expect it you show up and take away someone dear to me and as quick as you came disappear...
you use me as a medium to exibit your cruelty...leave me as an exibit of what remains when you take a loved one away...broken,shell of a man.....left to stand as an exibit of what happens when she visits...
Pain,disbelief and anger is what you bring to me....
Be done with me cause this coldness you bring is not something you rejoice to but rather dread.....
A burden and scars are all that you bring to me...be gone!!

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