And I'll give Death a persona. A face and a voice, so I can watch him as he watches me. So I can hear him whispering in the corner. I'll give him a hand to hold, so he can give me a touch to feel. And I'll keep him in the cellar, with all my other friends..
So I can look him in the eye and say,
"It never, ever, ends."
I had a bad day today. And you're always still so far away.. They're coming for me, I know, but I can't see them. We never are as good as we pretend. But I'll shelter you with my storm, we are disasters of our own design..
Death, my old friend.. Come to keep me warm again. Time wrapped me in your second skin.
You've come home to me again.