I'd never before had a friend
as faithful as was he
he was always near me, and whether soft or loud
he'd always quite outspoken be
right as I woke, and until dusk
he'd linger by my side
he'd grasp my wrists, or whisper in my ear,
there was no where I could hide
the darkness showed quiet reverie
the silence peace of mind
the corner promised surely no one
could get me from behind
my arms- they screamed!
with shrill voices of their own
they begged for me to make them bleed,
prove they were more flesh than stone
yes, death was quite a friend to me,
at least I considered him to be
and never before had I a friend
as faithful as was he
