Me and Death are not friends
we are natural enemies
but yet he's there everywhere I go
following me to work like a dog
stealing smirks as he walks past
sitting in the corner of residents' rooms
like he knows a secret I don't
Me and Death aren't friends
that doesn't stop him from trying to talk to me on the way home
pointing out every dead animal on the side of the road
thanks to him
I can't get the image and sound out of my head
the crunching of bird bones under a car tire
the most disgusting noise I've heard
Me and Death are not friends
yet he still holds parties in my room
clinging to the ceiling like a specter
haunting me from the shadows
stalking me in my dreams
on the prowl like a wolf
showing me every single way he can take me out
showering me with bullets
making entity after entity try and kill me
having phantoms try and steal my breath
by jumping on my chest
to have me wake sweating and shaking
dreading to sleep again
while he's cackling silently in the dark
like it was a harmless prank
Me and Death are not friends
I find his design cool in drawings
and lore
he's less terrifying, more interesting
a jaded character I can invest in
I find some relation
weirdly some humor and optimism
but in reality, he's a tumor I can't win against
this invisible foe lurking above, below
that I can't defeat, that I can't touch
that I can't hit
so I just shout instead
screaming at death in defiance to stop taking away people I love
like he's been doing since I was 14
yet to counter my rebellion
he'll take the life of my heroes
running in mocking circles around me
saying I could do this all day
Death and I used to be best friends
for a strong period of time
before I knew what death really...