Eternal friend

On darkest nights, on brightest days,
In midst of work or even plays
Death is quite your dearest friend,
Waits for you at every bend...
On the streets, on highways,
To give you eternal embrace

Make

A sense of peace,
Hands smell of grease...

Metal filings all around,
Screeching noises, grating sound...

Tonight, something or other I make,
Not for anything, but for makings sake