The Friend

Death.
It's a weird thing isn't it? When you die, neither do you care or do you know.
When you become friends with Death, you become dead.
Those are just the simple rules my friend, I would know. Death literally knocked on my door and he said;

"Want to be Friends?"

I had thought, why not? Why shouldn't I befriend Death? He could save me right?
No. No, is the answer. He cannot save me.
He kills me, and I do not know. He locks me up six feet underground before I could even tell him that he is a cheat, a liar. An imbecile. That I love him.

In fact, I don't know I'm dead. People tell me, god. You're pale.
I say, "Bloody hell, I was born pale." It's true.
I've befriended Death. I am his best friend, and damn, he is mine.

He is my Friend.
He is The Friend.
The one to rule them all.
Death.

The cover was made by @ashtive, thank you so much!