Death

Sweet, sweet death.

O' sweet death,

Come to me,

Like a daughter

in the arms

of her mother.

Engulf me in your darkness,

throw me to the flames.

I want to see

where this

all

ends.

O' sweet death,

cessation of my body,

you hold my lungs-

breathless,

and allow me

to sleep.

Take me under your

dark wings,

show me the way

it

all

ends.

O' sweet death,

I ask you...

I must know,

what is truly

pain?

For a broken bone

or a cut throat,

is hardly a pat

on the dark shoulders

of death.