To what do I owe pleasure, Grim Reaper?
Or Death sounds like a better name
You take away the pain eternally
Create emptiness in their stead
Do you feel empty?
Do you feel indifferent?
Perhaps this question gives the answer I seek
Perhaps respecting for the lost is all I need
Sitting in a place of my sins
I wonder if there is any time left
For the tides to settle down at lost
Is this a pending matter or just not at all.