I call this demise. *shepherd /slaughter*

Don't act like you know me, even to the closest of mine, you know so little.----------This is it, or that it is.It's whatever will be and what will be did.She, he, they will be in.Oh, to them, ode a melodly of depature.For, this demise is what I call friendship mayter.For, we might die, good buddy. But, good buddy. I died dining at the table of accounability.Virture, true, something I hold onto.Popmous of late, you have been. Therefore making my approach something of futility and facilitating a toxic tension- thwarting peace, patitence and a good plan.Don't sleep alone tonight.Night comes as often as lonliness.a Shepard, a slaughter, a lamb, a daughter.a time, a place, a gamble, a grace.your hearts contrite.----------Don't you dare ask me questions in which you know you fear my answers.This city sleeps alone tonight.