Death had been waiting by my side taking notes;
A pen and white clipboard.
Wanting to ask what he had been observing;
A grin of teeth and bone.
Knowing with certainty he had been laughing at me;
Taking life so seriously.
Just there in silence and somehow that was comforting;
Knowing this existence would not last forever.
Only ever so ready to face the other-side of immortality
That would ever inevitable be.
Fear no longer holding as friendship
Had formed between the demons I was running from.