[ WP ] You are death . Describe taking the last human life .

I stood there patiently waiting, a child desperately saying goodbye, I took her mother that night and I looked in her eyes. There were tears of remorse, sadness and regret as this was the first time we've met. I walked across the room, her mum 59 and I whispered to her that the hurt will pass by. I am where angels come to fly and where demons come to die. 
 
 I've seen the blood and the bruising, the worst of it all, I did n't choose this occupation and to this day I still stall. To take them so unexpectedly and to face all the horror, put on a brave face for tomorrow to feel more anguish and more sorrow. I hate this. 
 
 I'm stuck in this place, between heaven and hell, eternal limbo residing below. Is it not a sin to kill yet I'm so apparent. I do not sleep at night not like man but like maggots I fester. I fester among the earth like an internal disease and no matter how much I speak to myself no thought puts this at ease. I'm so lonely here, I merely just harvest souls and I feel all their convictions in a place with no jurisdiction. All the myths you've heard are merely fiction. 
 
 I am no hooded skeleton with a scythe nor do I enjoy taking lives I hate this feeling, the suffering and demise. I've been there at wars and the genocides too, how can man be so cruel and how does your sky remain blue. It should linger with the blackness, like that which resides in your heart your species do n't deserve sun but to be torn apart. 
 
 I know there's good in the world though, that I have witnessed but it is overrun by corruption, deceit and the sickness. I am growing impatient for what's to come, I am immortal but I'm soon to be done.
