My Guilt for Mc Neile

A Preface: Mc Neile was my younger friend Back when we used to play. "With you to the very end," I always used to say. And stayed with him I did Until he passed away. He was just a kid And I was too that day. One cold winter night When fun and mischief were about, Death would've been my fight If I had decided to go out. I was the one that kept nice, While Mc Neile was the one derailed, A bridge on which bore ice Was a task at which he had failed. Not a day later they found him He floated to the bottom of a lake They found that death had drowned him He was death's life to take. And now years later I feel Like nothing will ever be fair. Having nightmares of what was real Is too much for me to bear. My Guilt for Mc Neile: Drowning in this sea of strife, I quickly gasp for breath Dying in what you call life, As it slowly becomes my death. Churning in the depths of my soul, Is a desire for no more breath. When the pain is too much to control I grow to desire Death. Amidst my morning stupor I look into the mirror I see, at first, a snooper. Then, as reflection grows clearer Death himself, the Reaper. Grim as he may seem. But along with being a creature, He's a slave with no right to deem. "Come, my child" He orders. "I'll take you to a place. A place beyond the borders, Of humanity's disgrace." Out he reaches his hand And before myself he kneels "This trip, you understand, Is a gift from young, Mc Neile" "Mc Neile's been dead for a while." I utter in great disgrace. And now, with a crooked smile, He replies, "Come to this place." Quickly he pulls me to him And with a shout I call "He didn't fall! You threw him! For death is who takes it all!" I awaken from a sleep Have I been asleep for years? I now begin to weep "A dream!" I shout through tears "Only a dream!" I cry "Why not take my strife? Why can't I just die! And leave behind this life!" A steady feeling rises. I feel so lighter than ever. I'm free of conflict's demises! I will never dissever! I'm alive today To get through to the next. Now I'll strive, I say For I was never hexed! Relief, I now embrace And there's a silent stall. "Welcome to this place." I hear Mc Neile's voice call.