Death is for the living

Life is a phase we all go through. Phases end. Not for me, but my friend, Felix. He told me its caught up with him. Felix doesn’t tell me exactly what, but I suppose it has something to do with his heart.
It happened at school. Games of tiggy when you’re sixteen should not end in tears, but it did. Felix is one of the fastest kids I know. There’s no catching him. But today I did. I knew something was wrong immediately.
He remained vague about it all, except for his time of death. Felix has about a month left. A month. He’s barely lived at all, and his time is up.
I’m one of the first friends he’s told. He told one other, Tim. Tim needs a good punch. Bring him down to Earth a little. Tim makes jokes about Felix’ death. I can tell it hurts Felix, but he says nothing.
People say God does this for a reason. If that’s true, I have no time for religion.

Poem- Hidden Princess

I'm going to lead you up the staircase,
And spin you round and round.
Because you're the princess of our dreams
Who's going to save us now.

When the clock strikes darkly twelve,
Do not run away in fear.
Because I'm going to save your life,
Don't leave me like a startled deer.

My life is yours is take and break,
In your dainty hands.
And with that heart comes me,
Tied up in woven strands.

That darkness that surrounds you so,
Should not control you now.
Wipe away that dirt from your hands,
And take one final bow.

You will find your gothic dream,
Hidden in a castle encroached with dark,
There you will spin your words and dreams,
And be awakened by the singing lark