Death was my friend,
Or so I would say,
He left me untouched,
While the past died away.
He told me to hide,
When he would have come,
And I listened to death,
As my breath was still young.
Death would sing songs,
That would wake me from sleep,
And though I had seen him,
He’d left me that peek.
Death's cloak wasn’t black,
His body unburned,
Though nothing to stop him,
He left me his word.
Death was my friend,
Or so I had said,
For the moment he left me,
I knew I was dead.
She wished that space would talk to her,
And whispered to the moon,
About the days that haunted her,
And those that would come soon.
She wanted to apologize,
For wishing on the stars,
Someone slipped me misery,
Just last night, I know- swear it,
The sweeter taste had tricked my tongue,
No poison could have dared it.
A friend or chance a foe to blame,
Though all the same to me,
If I love you were the last words that would roll upon my lips,
Would they find themselves an altar,
As you kissed my fingertips?
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