Look Death in the Eyes

Perhaps not my greatest work ever, Look Death in the Eyes was thought up on the way home from running a PFT (physical fitness test) which I did decently in. Perhaps there's a future for this poem, but perhaps not. It will not die, oh no, poems never die, they just quit being read. Rather, this poem may go disappear from my life one day. But not now, and not any time soon. Ah well, hope it makes you think at the very least.

Have you ever looked Death in the face,
And wondered what it would be like,
To be Death, and all that encompasses the Unliving World?
Have you ever grinned back at the Unseeing Face,
And thought how shallow everything is here and now?
Have you ever gone head on with the Reaper,
Just to learn that he is not what we think he is,
But just someone looking out for our well-being,
And making us feel more alive than we ever have before?
Every time you cross a road,
You pass by Death.
Every time you wake up,
Death stands beside you, sharing another day with you.
Every time you go to sleep,
Death enters the room and waits, patiently.
And every time you step on something,
Death treads behind you, and claims what you left.
Death isn't as bad as we make him.
But he is only what you make of him.
Live with Death, and he becomes Life.
Live apart from Death, and Death is a fearsome, gruesome beast.
It's time to Live.