Death, she'll represent herself as a friend.
Her smile will be gentler than any kind of love.
When you touch her hand it will be colder than
An Arctic blizzard's wrath.
And death, she'll reach her hand out again,
To show she had the warmth of the sun all along.
It was just the cold of space deceiving you.
She'll try to gain your trust, even though you have
No other choice in your predicament.
And death, with all the intentions of Saints
Will want to get to know you.
She'll try to show you the world you were
Always supposed to be in.
But you'll hesitate, because death...
She understands that she is a friend you never
Wanted to meet in the first place.