What a sad and lonely existence
I wish Death would come for me
Yet I know this is not possible
For I am Death, the releaser of souls

I watch human kind and envy them
Their passion and joyfulness
Their love and zest for life
And yes, even their crossing over

In my time off I sit and watch
While they are happy living
No matter how much I wish and hope
There’s no way I can join them

Sometime back in my distant past
Too far for me to remember
How did I become what I am now
Mankind’s Grim Reaper

So on I go through eternity
I cannot change my calling
So when you knock on death’s door
Spare a thought for who will aid you