A/N: Back with a sad one. Best served with Kleenex and bad grammar just because I can and we're allowed to do that with prose. Fill with your own inflections and enunciations as you read. And a note for the end: death is a prison you cannot escape.
The Doctor
companion; you make so many beautiful promises
promises you can never hold to
sooner or later
life is taken
and death is a given
companion; nightingale voice so sweet to the ears of the dusk
and inevitably the swansong will end
sooner or later
life is taken
and death is a given
companion; blended whimsically like watercolour to the childish canvas of time
and as time flows on, your stain is bleached away
sooner or later
life is taken
and death is a gift
companion; i love you with all my hearts
but this isn't healthy, i'm afraid
sooner or later
life is taken
and your death will be swift
Allow me the honour of punctuating your life sentence.