I am death, a lonely figure,
My job is grim, my touch is bitter.
People fear me, they run away,
But I am here, I cannot stray.
I take the ones you hold so dear,
I bring them to a place unclear.
I know you hate me, that\'s okay,
I\'ll do my job, come what may.
I wish I could be something more,
But this is my fate, forevermore.
I\'ll try to make it easier, you\'ll see,
To accept that this is how it has to be.
So when your time comes, do not fear,
For I am gentle, I am near.
I\'ll guide you to a peaceful rest,
And leave you with my solemn best.
Death is not the end, you\'ll find,
Just a new chapter, unwind.
Embrace the journey, let it be,
For in the end, you\'ll be free.