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.