To Death My Friend
Death my friend, it is indeed really a pain.
Having to wait for you for so long,
I may start thinking that you've forever gone.
I often seek you till the line of mortality that's bent
You last came to meet a friend, i know
But you hide from me as if i carry an immortal's soul
We used to talk late into the deep dark snow
But you never took me into your weird old ball
A mile i seek, a mile you run
We share an unbreakable bond yet i frown
For you stay away like a Priest from rum.
I will continue to wait on my lawn;
Until you agree to take me, to eternal rest bound
Until we can be together from dusk till dawn.
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