Death, my one true friend,
How oft do I think of thee
And how I wish for it all to end.
So come to me quickly
And do not prevent thy
Gentle hand from killing me
For I only wish for you to answer : “WHY ?”
I beg for you not to flee
I need you, can’t you understand,
How I need you by my side ?
So I beg you once more, hold my hand.
And I ask you to please not hide
Instead, oh, my dear
Be not only my friend,
Tell me how you want me near,
And carry me deadly to the End.