the grimmer reaper

i've got to be honest, not because I think honesty is right, or better, but simply because i want you to believe what i am about to write. honestly, i've had a brush with death. death is a spectre, and i've seen him. but it turns out he has no interest in you unless you fear him...which i am assuming will come naturally, when the time arrives. so anyway, welcome monday. it would be nice to awaken from a good night's sleep to the freshness of a brand new day, but some days, like today, feel more like being startled awake from a nap to the same open-eyed nightmare that is always patiently waiting for me. always there, always accommodating. I guess that is why death can't have my fear, i'm an employee.