What is Death?  
Is it the state of nothing?  
Or is it everything?  
Is Death a person  
Or maybe just a thing?

Death invites me,  
To his lair.  
I want to go,  
Because no one cares.

Death wishes to carry me away.  
He asks me at the end of every day,  
“Will you follow me to a new?”  
I reply, “If no one cares.”

Death backs off at those single words,  
And silenced is the world.  
I step back, myself, and see,  
That someone must care for me.