What happens when death has stalked your entire life? Always lurking in the background, the fringes of his veil always skirting the limits you set yourself. I can't escape, god I've tried but no amount of running, hiding or locking myself away makes any difference, When I close my eyes he's there. He's always there. What he wants is me. I just don't know how he plans to take me, and that once he does decide it's time, I won't get a choice