i wrote this poem a while ago.
If life is a clock that forever winds, till those who have it go out of their minds,
A clock like this needs a very special key, and who better to hold it than someone like me,
I watch your clock, await your last breath, and I decide whats the right time or your death.
Don't look so sad, you don't get to choose, by the end of your days there's not much to lose.
From healthiest child to the old or impaired, I've no idea why you people get so scared.
It's not like I'm hunting, only for you, all I want is to take what I'm due.
Forgive me for snapping, I try not to be mad, it's just a bit difficult when you all look so sad.
I am not evil, lets get this clear, you have to come with, there's nothing to fear.
Please just think as you go on your way, what it's like for me to do this all day.