Why is death the friend no one wants to meet, a friend who's hand you never want to greet? death is a garden, unattended in the land, death is the hour glass the holds the falling sand. Death is the being that grabs all souls combined, death is the friend that stalks you for all time. A hand on the clock.. Tick tick tick.. Death my friend can be a bit of a ****! striking without a warning, given the chosen time, death my friend which end shall be mine? Death is the friend that no one wants to meet.. but I? I see you death and I look for you throughout all time, death old friend when will your hand reach.. And take my place, a lonely marker in the earth of the human race.