With Friends like Death, Who needs Enemies

I don't mean to boast, but I have a good number of friends.

But among all of them, the strangest I find, is Death.

Death is the kind of friend who sticks with you no matter what

through thick and thin, Death is by your side. 

Death is the kind of friend you wish you hadn't met

Because the reason behind you're loneliness is Death. 

Death will walk with you wherever you go, 

he doesn't need you to talk to him, he just seems to know,

Know exactly when you're at the peak in your life

That's when he chooses to make his move,

that's when he chooses, his power, to prove,

Death is the kind of friend who will stick to you like glue,

But really he is of no help to you.

Death is old and wise, and has been a round for a long while

he probably befriended you, when he saw your big smile.

Death hates when you get close to someone

so much so, that he'll embrace that someone, and let him go.

Death has a habit of ridding you of people you love

Death' brings you woe and sit's by you when you're low.

Death's the kind of friend you hate to have around, 

but you have no choice, He moves quickly and without a sound.

Death's the only friend who will stick with you till the end

and when he think's it's time, he'll pull you into his cold embrace 

and take you away to another place.

Death will be your enemy friend, sticking by like a mate

and will walk with you to your destined gate.

Make's me wonder and question

with friend's like Death, who needs enemies.