Death....My best friend
It's thrilling,yet frightening
my little friend named Death.
It welcomes you with open arms
while stabbing you in the back.
First you feel its shadowy presence
Then you hear its voice
It calls to you,
beckoning you
to come and see its splendor
You glance around
there's no one there.
Then Death appears before you
to bask in your trembling fear
and it wraps you in its arms
and then you are no more.
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