Death talks back

Sorry but I'm not really sorry,

Days turns to years
While I wait for you to love me,

As you fall asleep
I hold on to your pain to feel what you feel,

Sadly your soul isn't mine yet,

Forever tempted to steal it
Not because it's what I need to do,

Simply because you complete me,

Take a good look in the mirror
And see me,

We were once a whole
But not anymore,

Enslaving you wasn't ideal,

Just another way to get you to notice me

So notice me!

You were never truly alone,

As I held your hand everywhere you'd go,

Sorry but I'm not really sorry,

For days turn to years
In prison for eternity,

So wake up and notice me!

~grim~