Death Come Closer
Come closer death,
You've become a close friend
There is comfort in your pressence
Peace from your touch
I always thought you would
Come to take away
But you come giving instead
How wrong have I been mislead
Come sit beside me and share
My company...now I see we are
So alike, so much and so the same
Come...one toast
If it may be my last
So sweet is the nectar
So good unto the last
poem by Midnights Voice
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