Death, Come to me not
Would it be so wrong of me to die?
Would the sin be mine?
Or, would it be the ones who hurt me?
I tend to think it'd be mine
And that keeps me from tragedys grasp
It shines at me like a metal pinwheel
I want to grab it to me
But a dozen razors spinning
Would only make me bleed
So death goes untouched by me
I play with it sometimes
Never daring to go too close
I step to it then jump back
We have an understanding now, He and I
He waits for me patiently yet angry
And I live in fear of staying alive