I've been seeing more of you these days.
You're always just out of sight.
You've been there though, most every night.
I've seen you before whenever I'm down.
You always seem to be just hanging around.
You hide in the dark, your face an enigma.
Not scary at all, like that negative stigma.
You'll be my friend, until my last breath.
The closest of friends, the friend I call "Death".