Not

Do not be frightened 

Of absolute naught

There is no place here 

For tears or for thought

You may quake and resist 

The touch of my hand

And try to remember

But will not understand

The voices that scream

Shall be the worst to ignore

And the voices that whisper

Shall plead evermore

For neither can bend 

At the waist to the other 

And neither can make 

Drastic change for the other

I will replace the

Experience of time

Your body, your words

The strength of your mind

Please do not cry 

As you take your last breath

For I am your comfort

I am your death.

-Hannah May