4. ...and his name that sat on him was Death

I know you. I understand now. You are the coming storm, the universal end, you are death. But how are you here? I am dead. Death is the shadow of the living; you have no place here. Leave me. I am dead. There must be life for there to be death, but I have none. I am dead. So, how are you here? How do you continue to tear away at me? Is our love so strong? I love you. I love life, life is death, I love death. Yes, I love death. I love you and you are death. But only the living may have death. Death departs once you have died.

I have died. You know this. Yet, still, you beckon me back to life. But I can't come back. There is no escape. Your call is cleaving razors on my soul. I Bleed at your call; your voice is agony. Please, leave me alone. Why do you keep bringing me life?