Death is a thief.
He takes the unwilling and leaves a hole in the lives of others.
Death is unforgiving.
He takes the big, the small, the guilty... and the innocent.
Death claims.
He takes to hell and rarely spits a soul back out.
Death will have your gut wrenching, your heart pacing and your mind collapsing. Death will show mercy and take anyway, leaving the world around others to plunge in the darkness. But even though Death could do so much...
He failed to take me.
I lived.