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
