• Dear Death, I heard you are alone.
    Maybe I could suffer my last breath,
    I too have nothing of my own.
    Death could be my only friend,
    til' anticipatingmy untimely end.
    We could roam the earth reaping souls,
    claiming them as the bodies go into hole.
    We'd live ina cemetary, oh how horrid,
    I already live in a world enticed with morbid.
    It wouldn't be much different than mine,
    I've been gone, since you've been entwined.
    I too, like Death, am forever alone,
    waiting for something to call my own.