Death is not a friend of mine, but it whispers in my ear
It sings sweet oblivion and resolution of my fears
A bitter and painful life it frees one from
But death is not my friend at all but one I run from
Come with me it speaks so lovingly to me
I will take away your pain and wipe away your tears
A bed of rest and sleep you’ll gain
I will hide you from all your trials and shield you from your fear
Death is not a friend of mine, but a companion ever by my side
A seductive voice beside me begging to be my friend
Oblivion is its gift and a better one at times is hard to find
But death is not my friend this day though I long for its embrace
Today I said go away, talk to me no more
Yesterday I said the same, with a bitter voice and my belly on the floor
Today I cried as I said it and have none left for more
Tomorrow I do not know what will bring, what will there be for me
Death is not a friend of mine, but a muse that speaks to my heart
Gentle verses flow from it, a song of heart and hearth
It could take away my pain and free me from my collapse
But death is not my friend you see, it would not try so hard for me
If it but knew that I was already filled inside, at one with oblivion
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