As I lie, dying, out here
No longer do I fear.
Death has my place set
We have had a life debt.
Ironic, yes I know this
But the idea is bliss.
Whispers said anonomysly
Smiling subconsciously.
He cautiously beckons to me
I can hear him, yet I cannot see.
Everywhere, he is omnipresent
His presence is so pleasant.
Cloak of Darkness, and Heart
Of Light not together, nor apart.
My own straitjacket of pain
Slowly, edging to become insane.
To be with Him in the end
That, will be my God send.
Not in clouds nor the ground
I hear them, barking hounds.
They have followed me here
No longer do I fear.
My place with Death is finished
He made it prefect and exquisite.