Him... Most peole are not afraid of Him, but rather what they have to give up to be with Him... 

Loved ones, unmet goals, hopes, dreams all have to dissipate, they know that it is fate...

They cannot escape the yearning for the aura of peace He brings... 

His gentle addictive caress...and His soft,but firm hold on you, that stops your heart...

They want Him, but still have fear, yet not of Him...

Fear of what will come of pursuing Him...

They fear it will be long and drawn out and painful, instead of quick and painless...

Fortunately, I do not fear Him, maybe the pain

The sheer power of Him will not let me fully grasp the fear of pain...

 I fear that He will not come soon enough to give me a break from breathing... 

For I get so tired of it...

So no... I am not afraid of Him, that is Death...

He is Beautiful to me...

I can see Him now... 

Eyes black as night, irisesw and pupils so large you can barely see the whites of His hypnotising casual eyes... 

Eyes set in that beautiful pomegranite-cherry-chocolate face...

Methodical,chaotic hair, always with a persistant, perfect curl falling above His left eye 

His face... with that effortlessly alluring, graceful smile holding impossibly white teeth in His flawless captivating lips

Those lips... that is why I am not afraid

Why if Death was a person, He would be too beautiful to resist...

I would kiss His burgundy,blood-red lips and let my body go numb, release all my breath, letting myself fall into pure bliss

I would finally get some rest...

Hmmph, I chuckle, if Death was a person I would kiss His full, seductive lips...

And it would taste so good

My Beautiful Him

Death...