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I have seen Death too many times.
He is a constant shadow that follows me on whatever path I tread. I see the shape of him lurking in places where there should be only light. I see him mirroring my every movement like a child taunting me.
I have tried to save the people I love from that dark embrace, but I am not that mighty. I have tried to offer myself in place of those Death seeks, yet I am spared.
I will never be stronger than Death, but I have never been reasonable enough to stop fighting against him.
Perhaps Death is not lurking behind me. Perhaps he is pinned to my soul, and all the suffering I have seen has been caused by my own hand.
