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Death and I
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 meant
I wished for death so often
he became my imaginary friend
I was so lost and listless
stuck in a never ending cycle of depression and emptiness
that it just felt so easy
to slip under covers
turn off all the lights
pretend i was in a coma
but really i'd be trapped in a pine box
6 feet under the stars
with the beetles and worms
And then death took the life of my friend
he took the life of Kyle
then 2 years later, I watched a piece of media
granted, it was shock factor in the end
but I watched a girl on tv, Netflix to be specific
slice both her wrists with a stiff razorblade
and evaporate into a bathtub of water
turned into a blood bath
tearing me apart
I never knew what death meant
until systematically I realized no one was coming back
I wouldn't see a familiar face we buried in the ground
walking the streets like a doppelganger
I never knew what death really meant
until I slowly realized there's no way to ever get them back
that you can't speak for yourself
when you're not present
that the way you go out speaks and says so much
but no one will ever listen
as they create their own narrative
I never knew what death meant
and I don't know what death means for me
I don't want to know
so I scream for immortality
I can't control the past or who he takes out
but I want an army with me
until then I'm an army of one
cause I don't know what it will achieve
but death can't have me
though I know death will come for me
if not today, tomorrow
or the next week
I have no control but I want control
Death can't kill me, not yet
I have so much to live for
but I subtly destroy myself with sugar and sodium
anxiety and guilt
so do i really deserve to live at all
Death can't kill me, please not yet
I'm terrified of the end
I'm terrified of what you'll say to me
when you finally catch me
please don't ask me if I have regrets when you know my answer
Death don't kill me
I'm nowhere ready to go
Death and I, we're not friends
but I feel like he'll continue to torment me
twist my fingers, my hands, my arms, my back, my neck
until I shout back
"Ok, you son of a snitch
you win"
as I tie a bed sheet around my neck
"I think I'm ready to go, oh I'm ready to go"
Death and I
we're not friends
Death, please stay away from me
let me experience life all the way to the end
please stop taking everything away from me
of course I have regrets
let me live long enough to erase them
Death and I are not friends
so I know he'll ignore my pleas
and take one more person away from me
I can't handle that but I'd be at peace
just please don't take me
© Crowthepoet
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 meant
I wished for death so often
he became my imaginary friend
I was so lost and listless
stuck in a never ending cycle of depression and emptiness
that it just felt so easy
to slip under covers
turn off all the lights
pretend i was in a coma
but really i'd be trapped in a pine box
6 feet under the stars
with the beetles and worms
And then death took the life of my friend
he took the life of Kyle
then 2 years later, I watched a piece of media
granted, it was shock factor in the end
but I watched a girl on tv, Netflix to be specific
slice both her wrists with a stiff razorblade
and evaporate into a bathtub of water
turned into a blood bath
tearing me apart
I never knew what death meant
until systematically I realized no one was coming back
I wouldn't see a familiar face we buried in the ground
walking the streets like a doppelganger
I never knew what death really meant
until I slowly realized there's no way to ever get them back
that you can't speak for yourself
when you're not present
that the way you go out speaks and says so much
but no one will ever listen
as they create their own narrative
I never knew what death meant
and I don't know what death means for me
I don't want to know
so I scream for immortality
I can't control the past or who he takes out
but I want an army with me
until then I'm an army of one
cause I don't know what it will achieve
but death can't have me
though I know death will come for me
if not today, tomorrow
or the next week
I have no control but I want control
Death can't kill me, not yet
I have so much to live for
but I subtly destroy myself with sugar and sodium
anxiety and guilt
so do i really deserve to live at all
Death can't kill me, please not yet
I'm terrified of the end
I'm terrified of what you'll say to me
when you finally catch me
please don't ask me if I have regrets when you know my answer
Death don't kill me
I'm nowhere ready to go
Death and I, we're not friends
but I feel like he'll continue to torment me
twist my fingers, my hands, my arms, my back, my neck
until I shout back
"Ok, you son of a snitch
you win"
as I tie a bed sheet around my neck
"I think I'm ready to go, oh I'm ready to go"
Death and I
we're not friends
Death, please stay away from me
let me experience life all the way to the end
please stop taking everything away from me
of course I have regrets
let me live long enough to erase them
Death and I are not friends
so I know he'll ignore my pleas
and take one more person away from me
I can't handle that but I'd be at peace
just please don't take me
© Crowthepoet
