Death, my old friend.

Death, my old friend. So close we've come to seeing each other. So close you've come to holding me at last. So close I've come to being with you. It hurts. It hurts how much I long for you. Your so close. Yet so far. Your at the tip of my fingers. Take my hand. Pull me close. Take me away. Why must you be so distant? Why must you ignore my pleas? Death, my old friend. Let me be. Must you taunt me? When will this dance end? When will you lay me down to rest? When will you steal me away from the others? Why must you make me so desperate? Please. Death, my old friend. Save me from my pain.