Death Bestowed

From my collected works "The Echo"

In my senses overflowing,

Blood sheds through my heart.

In the end I have no tears,

My Soul is torn apart.

 

Dripping blood red rain,

Pouring slowly down.

Falling to my grave,

Resting underground.

 

As I crash,

I feel no pain.

As I die,

I weaken the chain.

 

Death bestowed,

I bring no clothes,

I bring nothing.

But my memories

and my faith.

Author's Note

Older stuff as stated from the collaborated works.

Reviews

[Peter Grantham]

I like the last stanza a lot.