Death be not proud for the part that you play
Do not feel honored when you take a soul away.
Death do not boast for the song that you sing
Do not be joyous for the sorrow that you bring.
Death do not giggle with a spark in your eye
Do not smirk with triumph when you cause a body to die.
Do not be pleased with the job that you've done
Do not be happy with the sadness you've won.
Don't march out with greatness,
Don't laugh, I implore.
And please Death, oh please
Don't come near my door.
But sometimes I wonder, Death, as you sit on your dark throne,
Do the cries of all those many souls make you feel alone?
Do you hide the horrors of your job behind a crooked smile?
Do the sorrows of the ones you steal from haunt you all the while?
Does the darkness of your shadowed from reflect your thoughts within?
Do you hide away your feelings behind your ghastly grin?
Do the weaknesses of mortal bounds affect you spirit, too?
Does loneliness, the thing you bring, have it's affect on you?
Do the sounds of pain and grief reach inside your soul?
Do you regret the roll you play when death takes its toll?
But what you feel and what you think will remain unknown
For no one ever dares to ask as you walk this world alone.
But if you find some comforting in making others grieve
I fail to see the joy you get from making spirits leave.
And why you seem to think it fun to watch the anguish grow
Why it gives you such delight, I truly do not know.
Death don't be so satisfied at causing misery
Don't grin at all the broken hearts the you have yet to see.
And please, Death, I implore you
Don't scream with joy or shout
When the precious, precious flame of life
Is carelessly snuffed out.