Me and Death are best friends

his dragon breath curls around my ear 

his ghastly appearance 

sends chills down my spine

he nails curl in the shape of a hook 

he walks with precision

he offers me a cup of blood 

the smell is nauseating 

his eyes are a calming blue 

his body is fragile 

his eyes are sunken in 

his ribs are thinly sliced with tissue left on him

he voice sounds like gravel 

his legs are strong 

and covered with muscle 

his shoes are curved 

in the shape of bones 

he wears a velvet cape 

adorned with gold patterns

his tattoo's on his body are pictures of moons dipped in blood

he hangs around me 

his very existence 

depends on me 

I can tell by the way he hangs the clock around my head 

and grabs his face 

in frustration 

everytime 

I grab the rope around my neck 

and then take it off 

I grab the sleeping pills 

and then I throw them in the toilet 

I grab the gun and cock it to my head

and someone how the bullets are never in it.

He whispers in my ear 

and his voice trails 

down my neck 

and I giggle 

and he brings his pale lips to mine

and breaths into my mouth

he tastes earthy 

my eyes close 

and I breathe him in like  oxygen 

and he pushes me onto the bed 

and we fall through the mattress 

and land under the dirt and

the bones break our fall 

and the roots 

push into my body like thorns

and cause's me to bleed 

 and he looks me in the  eye

and says guess where you are? 

I say hell 

no you're under the ground 

kary is in the casket next-door 

 I know you have been crying lately about her 

so I wanted to bring you here to show you she's okay 

she's just sleeping 

go wake her up, my friend