my friend named Death

Why live in a mansion,
When your all alone?
An Eleven bedroom house
Nothing but the sound of birds outside
And an unhung phone
No shoulder to lean on
And no one to talk to.
You've pushed them away for way too long
And now your dying.
Everything seemed to turn out so wrong
Your laying there lifeless
On your double king sized bed
Waiting to see what would happen next.
It won't be too long.
Until your touched by death.