Life Ceasing Being
Natasha: Hola!
Wow! You're so calm.
What are your flaws?
Do you even have any?
Or is this some kind of show?
Say something, Anything.
I need to know.
My curiosity is a youth,
It will never settle,
Until I give it the truth.
Death: Hola!
He he! I'm not that calm.
At least not by choice.
I've got me flaws,
None of which is my fault,
But yours.
And the rest of your kind.
Blessed are you,
You get to choose.
I don't get to do that,
Not once, Not ever.
But you all keep hating me.
Hating me for doing,
That which I was created to do.
I wish you would all let me be.
Let me accomplish my purpose,
For without me,
The universe would have ceased.
I wish I could choose,
Whom and how and when.
Maybe the brutality would be less.
But that is His choice.
I am but a servant,
Fulfilling the orders of my master.
Natasha: Wow!
Okay.
I hate you less now.
Sorry for my fears then.
Actually, I try to live each day,
As if it was my last,
And that you'd come any time.
It's how I got over you,
And it's how I'm grateful for life.
It's why I'm working on me, a better me.
I'm just really glad I talked to you.
You life ceasing being.
