Criticism?
“Unwanted Guestâ€Â
I sneak in through the rafters,
And watch you from the ceiling.
You’re crying and scared,
But of what, I know not.
I am only here to do my job.
Innocent as a rose.
You all crowd around her.
She is but a spectacle
For you to poke and prod.
While I carry out my duty,
On this peaceful night.
You can’t blame me
For I know no better.
You only have
to accept what I do
And what I am.
Someone knows I’m here.
The animals and children sense,
But the adults fear.
I find it odd, in my profession
For mere children to understand
And forget
As they reach Adulthood,
What I mean.
For I am Death.
But I have no time to linger,
Upon such trivial matters
As understanding human nature.
For I am not one of them,
I’m just doing my job.
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