No, it doesn't rhyme, yes, it was my first attempt at writing a poem, so please don't kill me for being what it is. I prefer drawing, really...

Death

Fearing Death's arrival,
Is like eating to lose weight.
She is my sire and slave,
Making me wait.

I shall not call Death,
for any selfish reasons
She shall come to me one day
Asking to take me.

"Let me live my life"
My answer will be
"For now you still have many victims,
"but none of them is me."

A She leaves,
Disappointed by my answer
"You did the right thing, my child."
I can still hear Her say
"But please don't forget me."