I have a friend
That friend is Death
He is a good friend
For he is true
My friend death
Has many qualities
He is never late
Nor is he early
He never lies
He never says
"I'm sorry, I am busy"
He is always free.
One of the things
I love most about Death
Is that he can be a good
shoulder to cry on.
For when Death visits me
He will say
"I've been waiting for this day,
Where you will join me,
Forever
Because you have now
Commited
Suicide
To spend time
With me.
You are my best friend"
And you are mine, Death.
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