Deathbed

Past mistakes will no longer seem 
To matter much to me;
When I die, I will only ignore
The sadness hindering me
From flying away and being set free;
I will no longer know pain,
Even that of the consuming flames
Before they spread my ashes
To a reaching, darkening sea;
I will not feel the dirt blocking my air
Or know the splinters of a wooden bed,
My mind at rest during the pastor's prayer.
Before I die I will see the sun fall,
Wish me goodbye and send the stars
To watch over me during my final breath;
Before I die I will sense a storm,
Hear the angels' harmonious call,
Hear the demons' screaming pleas,
Choke on my dying wishes, 
See the reaper coming for me.

Reviews

[Brittany DeFranco]

Oh my Goddess, this is so good! I don't know whether I can write about death or not, but you put it into amazing words
100/100

[Sarah Marie]

ehehe thanks!