Like a dinner gone cold...like a fading shade of gold...like a forgotten Lover's hold...like a ending never told...is this your way of saying ... Death never grows old ...or is tired of taking souls ...be it mine,yours or others...Death has no place on earth to call it his home ...He does not even have friends ... The heart and soul of the grim reaper is utterly cold...without compassion,hunger or care...He is hated and feared by many...Nobody knows his thoughts and action...you cant pity or sympathize with an unknown...Death the collector of souls is God's trusted fellow... He is a heartless soul...neither on the side of good or evil ... Death does not listen to any man or woman... He also took the life of our saviour Jesus!!!