Dying

Peace, oh peace! Must I wait for this day for you to be obtained?

In placid waters here I lay,

Waiting my life to pass away.

I close my eyes to see the night

Winning against the waning light.

 

The road is hard and the way is rough,

And I have been tough far long enough,

I feel my strength all seep away,

Living many years to expire in one day.

 

The sky is ablaze with a blinding light

Of flashbacks that tells me my wrong and right.

My past, present, even my future, all presents

The sentence, my guilt to my spiritual sense.

 

I hear the whispers of a thousand souls,

And the enticing words of a million ghouls.

I'm glad to see the specter of light.

My angel had come within my sight.

 

The sun has finally set – at last.

My face is covered with death's black mask.

The lassitude yearned for years had come.

Here I sleep until ashes I become.