death has whispered softly to me
a sonnet painful and true
i know that there is nothing
that i can say, or i can do
i only hope that life itself
is just some sort of cocoon
and once our broken body's spent
is when we really bloom

death has smiled softly at me
a mouth of crooked teeth
i squirm below the swinging axe
in hopes to slide beneath
slowly inching closer to me
knowing what will be
to spend my time with friends of mine
is good enough for me
to laugh and play throughout the day
is good enough for me

the coincidence of being born
among such perfect friends
is so much more than i've asked for
so i'll enjoy it until the end
death has lingered softly in my
presence all my days
i see his face still leering at me
visible through the haze

although he walks along my side
i will not say hello
for he will wait to initiate
until its my time to go
his presence offers comfort to me
it seems so strange to say
but knowing he is waiting
motivates me day to day

i refuse to lose this path i choose
to get lost along the way
i'll let laughter and love soak up
every second of my day
i will not spare a moment for
the things i don't enjoy
i'll give my dreams the freedom
they need, to keep my hands employed

and when the time does come
for death to stop and say hello
i'll greet him with an open hand
and say i'm ready to go.