Death flirted with me once.
He grinned at me with gleaming teeth
He held my hands, told me to breathe
We watched the stars and chatted
Death told me of his underworld.
All was peaceful, all was black
He said I'd never have to go back
Despite the people I'd left there
Death told me only to go to sleep
He told me he'd take the world away
Told me all I should ask was for him to stay
And he would, he said to me
But my world is filled with people, Death.
They need me alive and one day, I hope,
I'll need me alive too.
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