Reaper and the court

I looked into his eyes but it was like I was looking into a mirror, all I saw was pieces of myself, however loved or hated.

Still it seems he adores me like a fine wine, or a beautiful song, as he takes his time with me.
It would seem pain is of no concern to this lover that has waited my whole life to take me.

Well like all things even this comes to an end, I am wisked away to face judges or perhaps peers,
who question me of my death and where I think I should go.

I of course have little to no feelings about it.
For whatever reason I am returned to my body as quickly as I was zapped out.
I guess the meeting didn't go the way someone wanted, or perhaps they are just finishing up the paperwork.