WRETCHED
Death looks me in the face.
But he does not do anything.
I beg him to take me away.
But he laughs at me instead.
He puts his scythe to my heart...
And rips it out of its place.
My skin turns black like a shadow.
My eyes are as red as blood.
My nails are now claws.
And wings sprout from my back.
I stare back at him and ask "Why?"
He says to me.
"I take no one who begs for me.
I take only those who deserves death.
Congratulations boy.
You are now..."
WRETCHED