A/N: Eccentric, obnoxious little drabble that my sleep-deprived brain concocted a few nights ago while cramming for a class. Enjoy, don't enjoy, whatever. Does not matter, but please let me know either way what you think. Reviews make me smile.
Death isn't the end of anything, but rather, the beginning of nothing. It symbolizes vacancy and long, open-ended corridors that go absolutely nowhere. It's the thought of this barrenness, this void, that seems to push people to their knees, trembling in terror.
I am Death.
I have no religious preference, I have seen equal numbers of Buddhists and Christians succumb to my power in an equal fell swoop. Nor am I racist—Asians, Africans, Caucasians all fall victim to my sweet voice of woo one way or another.
You cannot escape me, nor can you try and trick me. I will find you. Every now and then I stumble upon a particularly naïve soul, a disillusioned sycophant who believes they can escape me. The Fountain of Youth and immortality do not exist, my prey, nor will they keep you safe from my clutches.
I am not as bad as they think. I'm not the black fog that chases you in your dreams. That is life. Life drags you down, bogs you down with worry and troubles and fear. In death, there is nothing to fear, as the only thing in life worth fearing is death itself. When a threat is fulfilled, there is a unoccupied spot where it once sat, and that unoccupied spot is me.
It can be painless, stress free, simple, if you do not fight me. There have been those, over the years, who, by trying to run away, are only met with a fate more grave. Those are the foolish. There are the wise, who accept their destiny willingly with a grain of salt, and they are the lucky who pass cleanly in their sleep or in the arms of a loved one. They are the auspicious ones.
Come join me. It's not all that bad, my victims, it's not bad at all. Do not fear, and do not fret. If you don't take it now…
…I'll just take you later.