Death's Ecstasy

Hello. We haven’t formally met but I have seen you. I am watching you. I am waiting. We will be meeting soon. You challenge me but you don’t recognize me. You invite me but you don’t believe I will come. I will come.

I come in many disguises. Look for me. I am here. Embrace me as I will embrace you.

Most resist me. Dread me. When they finally come to me, our meeting is nothing more than a lifeless consummation of a prearranged marriage. Not you. You're different. You lure me. You entice me.

We almost met today. You knew I was near but you couldn’t see me. You opened your throttle, weaving dangerously through traffic, feeling the exhilaration of tempting me, teasing me.

Not now. Not today. I like the flirtation, the anticipation. We will play again. And when I’m ready, we will meet. You will see the cold desire in my eyes. I will see fear wash over you, then regretful acceptance as I caress the warmth from your body.

I am here and I am waiting. I am Your Death.