Such a strange person.
So fearsome and yet so relieving.
Lately death has become a friend of mine,
He and his pals have been close company with me.
Silence is the only person I really like talking to,
The ring of her voice is so soothing.
Isolation is the only company I need,
He holds my hand and guides me around.
Depression is a great friend to me,
She is always there giving me a hug whenever I need it.
These friends are the best ones I know,
I have other ones but they aren't as great.
Happiness for example is always leaving.
She is great when she is around but she doesn't like to stick around.
Outgoing is such a social guy,
But he doesn't seem to have time for me,
Always out partying with someone else.
Sound is just plain annoying.
She never knows when to be quiet,
Always blabbing away or making noise to drown out Silence.
Now these are all just friends of mine,
My best friend who I mentioned earlier is Death,
Who gets along with everyone.
Because he is always around whenever my other friends are getting boring.
He never says mean things to me.
He just stands there and warms me with his stare.
He always opens his arms to me,
To embrace me with his love,
But I am so afraid of him that I never do.
Today all my friends were fighting,
And it made me so upset,
I ran to Death and he looked me in the eyes.
I spread my arms wide open and embraced Death,
His hug was overpowering,
The warmth of his body ripped through mine.
I looked over Deaths shoulder and there I saw my friends,
Some were disappointed and jealous of my feat.
The others were smiling.
All cheered loudly for Deaths victory.