Death Became Him

As a young man sits in solitude
a voice whispers from behind,
"I am bored and would show gratitude,
in exchange you will get more time."

The boy turns slowly, his eyes are glued,
the voice continues, as chills go up his spine,
"What will happen soon, you can´t elude,
so my proposal do not decline."

No figure did I see standing there,
nor did I hear a voice.....
What was there was that horrid stare,
and that he had made his choice.

All I saw, was a white faced stare,
at the nothing that brought so much despair,
perhaps was floating in midair,
of course later, with me, he did share....
But it was not that boy with the pale faced glare.

"The proposal I made was not unkind,
to my form he was shortly reassigned,
and in this form I am so inclined,
to know what its like to live among mankind."

He continued with a crooked smile
as he told me the tale of the deal.
"The boy will do my job for a while,
as I get to live and to feel."

I concluded that my friend would die,
as soon as this "voice" had his fill,
I realized as the minutes flew by
nothing I can do but sit still.....

As the days went by,
I had become scared,
All I could do was think of him,
and the story that he shared.

On a sad and lonely Tuesday morning I received a call,
My friend, he died of an overdose, on the floor, sprawled.
Vomit and death enclosed the room, the story received by all
who knew of this boy, they loved him and so they did fall
into tears, screams, and cries.... some began to brawl.
on the six o´clock evening news, the story they did install.

All that has happened now, my thoughts it does ignite.
What the boy got from this deal, no one will ever know.
But my mind will wander to that fateful night,
wondering if he got what he was owed.