Is Death a friend or foe?

For now I shall not know.

I feel that we are destined to meet.

As I lie within these plain white sheets.

I feel the sickness within my lungs.

I feel Death surround me, and I can’t outrun.

As the sun drops down behind the snowy hill,

I hear my labored breathing still.

Death has come to kiss my lips,

                                                                                                 and now I fade from that to this.