Jabberjay
I never knew that Death
had hair like charcoal flames
or that it was that it was Death, the devil called
to play his hunger games,
but Death was never a friend of mine.
Every evening he would come for me-
run icy fingers down my spine,
I never claimed to be King of Death
but he was never a friend of mine
Death was never a friend of mine.
And what is Death, but a step
into the great abyss,
life a single blip on the map,
a moment of bittersweet bliss,
but Death was never a friend of mine.
Others thought I was his ally,
as I was forced to slit their throats
Death made me help him with his job,
but I was not one to gloat,
for Death was never a friend of mine.
And now at long last my time had come,
to be taken in by Death's cold hands,
and so here I stand,
on the doorway of space and time,
though Death was never a friend of mine,
Death was never a friend of mine.
Death had taken all I cared for-
my family, and with it my heart,
now for so long we've been kept apart,
but as I step across the divide,
I know Death was never a friend of mine,
Death was never a friend of mine.