I met a friend today
His name was Death
He smiled big with pure white teeth
And minty fresh breath
I asked him what he did for a living
Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes
He did the opposite of giving
What did that mean?
But the closer I got to Death
The better I understood his scheme
In his sharp black suit he won me over
I felt an irresistible draw
Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover
He convinced me of the beauty in the night
That when the moon was hidden from view
There was nothing better than the lack of light
He led me from my lust for life
Sang to me in my sleep
Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife
I tried to pull away from my newly found friend
But his choke hold was so tight
On him I started to depend
The world could see me deteriorate into nothing
He held me harder and closer
With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing
Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb
The emotions drifted with my vitality
I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum
The more time you spend with a person
The more you become like them
I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen
Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog
I cared so deeply for him
My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog
I came to terms with my life long trap
Death circled like a satellite around my position
No matter where I went he found my place on the map
Eventually I succame to this fate
Despite his control
Death, I could not hate
I loved him too dearly to notice the signs
I couldn't think clearly
His presence was odious and it wasn't benign

He made his heart flame resistant, so no fire could march in and set it ablaze. It seemed like the perfect strategy to keep the unwanted out.

No Love, no joy, just sadness and tiredness.
But she. She was different. She walked into his life unannounced. She walked straight into his heart. She did something no one had ever done or attempted, she lit up his heart.
One day closed off, the next set ablaze by her.

He was confident he could make her happy, he was confident that would make him happy too.

She had problems from the others,
ones that she carried on her back every single day.
Loneliness, anxiety, and distrust were only a few animals that she carried each day.
He wanted to help her, he wanted to keep her happy.
He slowly took on a little of each, to help her carry that heavy load.
Soon he took those problems as his own, she unwilling, and unknowingly was destroying him.
He needed an out, he couldn't stay. He decided to leave and breathe for himself.

He lied to himself constantly looking in the mirror and seeing his fake reflection.
The reflection was perfectly fine, so he was too.
But in truth he was hurt, tired, and lonely.
New problems that arose for him were solitude, lonesome, and silence.

He realized he needed her back.
He loses his freedom when he returns to her, he can no longer fly.
But instead he gains a grasp over his problems, and knowledge of his time apart.
But did the girl who burnt his heart and set it ablaze, make him happy or content?

Did she really heal him?

There you go again
Sailing against the stream
Of endless mistakes
And deafening screams

You sail your version
Of the river of Styx
Where words, reason
And discarded bodies mix

Your broken armor
And rusted swords
Your broken dreams
And unspoken words

Your heart became alloy
And your skin became steel
Your mind so twisted
Because of those that you killed

The versions of you
That you need to ****
The weakest ones
So you start to heal

You sail them again
For you have more to throw
Into oblivion
So no one else knows