Death

Lonely. Powerful but lonely. There is no way

For me to find love. To find life. To find a soulmate,

For I take souls, but don’t have one. Every kiss

I try to give from my bony lips, marks the receiver

With inexistence. Every embrace that I give

Ends in sorrow and grief. And funerals.

Funerals. The worst. They say, at funerals,

That I am cruel. Unfair. I’m just

Doing my job. I am compelled to take

What is due. And I must take

What is mine. I am lonely. Hated. Despised.

Because I take, and I don’t give.

I love, and it comes back to bite me.

I want, and it disappears.

I am, and I am hated.