death is a comfort
a childhood friend
it creeps from the horrors
of the dark of night
it weeps for me
curled up on the floor
pens and headphones
drawing their picture
giving them sound

death is a companion
a reminder that I am not alone,
that someone understands
that someone is there
to guide me, when it comes
whenever it comes
it gives me a hand to hold
a body to hug
lips to kiss
a shoulder to cry
it provides
me everything

death is a blanket
a cotton-blended cover
to warm ourselves and
hide our secret deeds
we whisper to each other
in the night, forbidden lovers
and revel cold hot stillness
a beating heart which calms
itself by your
touch

yes, death is a lover
and they've loved me longer
will love me forever
they have seen
everything that I have ever been
every tear that I have shed
every great bursting swell of emotion felt
they have seen it all
and still, they love
like nothing else on earth
like nothing else alive
nothing feels as much
nothing sees as much
nothing swallows and heaves and breathes of understanding as much as
the comfort the companion the blanket the lover
of death
and death
will love me
forever