H.I.V. is Death...

I woke in cold sweats and the room was frozen
Light pierced my soul and cold wind soaked in
Chosen on this day a gent sat in a corner of the room
The air was quite still and my bed was a tomb
Dressed in dapper black and his stare was icecold
Greeted me as Death, then my soul twice froze
My mind told me I was dreaming or hallucinations
But the numbness in my blood & I was mistaken
Taken by surprise I prayed at a heavenly angle
Death laughed, and said he was still an angel
I said you must leave I’m to young for the Reaper
He said, “You were too young when she said go deeper.”
Confused my mind raced why am I conversing with Death
He said, “I’m just awaiting the timing of your last breath.”
“Don’t worry it’s not this moment or hour in fact.”
“You have dates with doctors and nurses before that.”
I said, “Seriously Death I’m fine and in good health,”
“My life has been blessed with family and wealth.”
Death answered, “Young foolish one your time is about spent,”
“No more charming words, or bullshitting with hints.”
“You chose to bring me here, by actions and deeds”
“You walked to my door and begged me by your greed.”
“You wanted power, you wanted to be the big hound.”
“By sleeping with every woman you were around.”
“Some days you were protected some days you rough ride”
“Now your body is rotting deep from the inside.”
“And here I’ll just wait, maybe have a spot of tea,”
“Until your blood boils over, full of H.I.V.”
“Cry now or cry later, Death is no respecter or hater.”
“But I’ll be taking you back with me.…player.”