Why do we run from him? 

Why do we hate him?

Why do we fear him?

I consider him a friend,

That I have yet to meet.

He just wants to help us.

But why do we run from him?

Is it because some like life? 

Life hurts.

Living hurts. 

Why do we prefer pain,

Over happiness?

Death offers happiness.

I like Death.

I can't wait to meet him.