• One night, Death sat beside me while I sat on the bench.
    Then, Death walked with me towards my home.
    Death walked with me into my room…
    We sat on my bed…

    He kissed me on the forehead,
    Then I cried.
    And Death said to me…

    "Don't cry my dear,
    You’re safe with me.
    Don't be afraid when I kiss you on your lips,
    And you'll always be happy with me."

    I stopped my crying and looked at him with my sad eyes…
    Death was smiling, and touched my waist.
    I moved his hand away, and he stopped.
    Death stood up, he closed his eyes and sighed,
    And he went outside my room.

    I went to my mirror, and I see myself still young.
    Then I went to my bed,
    And I thought of his words,
    And I cried.

    Before I slept, Death spoke again,
    "Don't cry my dear,
    You’re safe with me.
    Don't be afraid when I kiss you on your lips…

    …For now, you’re mine."

    Before I opened my eyes,
    I felt sweat all over my body…

    Then I felt pain…
    Exhaustion…
    And I felt his slender hand,
    Touching and slithering from my chest,
    Then towards my face…

    I opened my eyes to see darkness.
    And to see myself on my wet bed…
    With blood all over my body…

    I can't breathe…
    I can't feel a thing…

    And I saw Death sitting on the side of my bed...
    He looked pleased,
    Sweat ran down from his forehead,

    He licked his lips, and smiled at me…
    And I saw him hold…

    A knife in his hands…