Death.

When did you learn to fear it?

Expect it?

When did it first touch your life?

When it took someone were you allowed to Morn?

To cry?

Because for the last eight years, every day was sure to be my last….death knocking on my door.

And somehow by Lyrin's luck, I’ve made it.

Death, now a daily routine.

To weed out the weak they’ll say.

Really,

It’s to weed out the hearts.

The dreamers.

Those of us who were human.

They took them from us and left us cold.

Did you ever notice our absence?

When kids, of age eight just disappeared.

Did you ever relish in the fact that you were spared?

Or did you turn a blind eye, and just forget us?

And if somehow you were one of us, and managed to escape the picking. Did you ever look back?

If you saw us being taken did you ever step in?

I know the answer….

Because if you had….

You wouldn't be here.

So whether you knew, watched, or were oblivious.

Run….

Because now you know….

And they won’t let you know.

So either you’ll join us soon, or you’ll join Lazeth in the afterlife.