I Am Death

Some tremble at my thought
the very suggestion makes them distraught
And desperately they pray
when I am on my way

The others say I am inevitable
and yet they too tremble
Seeking a moment's delay
for when I take them away

They sake their devotion
and ask for divine intervention
To put an obstacle in my path
in worry and despair for my wrath

Every time as the time comes
I hover around them in various forms
Not once is there not a twitch in my lips
as I amuse myself over their silly antics

After a point, it no doubt gets annoying
as I inflict on myself the damage from their wailing
It makes me glad I'm not alive
my dysfunctional senses having one positive side

I cannot for the life of me fathom
what is there for them to seek safe haven
For I visit every door and every heart
without fail! Isn't it an art?

I am not pain, I don't make them suffer
and yet they shy away in terror
Why? I want to ask them
but keep my silence, reminding myself it's golden

I am but a messenger, a simple means of transport
carrying the soul as my load
I drop it off at its pre-decided destination
Heaven or Hell, there are not many options

Yes, I put an end to life
but only when the time is right
I am nothing if not fair
I take decisions with great care

And yet they curse me
calling me the image of cruelty
For I come and snatch their last breath
Yes, I am Death