Death Is Not A Stranger

lav_moonystar505

 

Death is constant; Death is damned. 
Death is a friend who offers unwavering comfort. 
It may be a bit strange; it may be a bit mad
To befriend Death; when it's too tragic, too permanent, too sad. 

Death is familiar. Death I’ve always known. 
You could say it never leaves me alone. 
It's somewhat of a promise of an ending
That brings one at peace that's never-ending. 

Death, have mercy, take me before I rot
In this world that takes away the light of my thoughts. 
Death, visit me when you need me; I don’t even need to be ready. 
I’ve always known I’ll come to you, for you are my destiny. 

Death, I have faith in you; you’re my only hope. 
Maybe I’ll see you in a year or two,
Please, don’t take too long. 

  • Author: lav_val505 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2026 13:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: Death is not a stranger. Death is a friend. Death is not frightening; it is not the end. Don't run away; it's all a dead end. Greet Death like an old friend instead.
  • Category: Gothic
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