I can not sleep
For I keep thinking of dying
Life is cacophonous and terrifying
Only death feels quiet and comforting
Something deep within me knows
That death is a woman
Not divine, not even human
Though hooded she may be
She is gentle and graceful
She smells of flowers and rain
Oh, what a beauty
So, tonight when she takes me,
She will lift me like a child
And caress all of my pain away
She will cradle me into the light
Don't feel sorry for me.
I shall sleep peacefully
Lulled by her lullaby
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
I can not sleep
For I keep thinking of dying
Life is cacophonous and terrifying
Only death feels quiet and comforting
Something deep within me knows
That death is a woman
Not divine, not even human
Though hooded she may be
She is gentle and graceful
She smells of flowers and rain
Oh, what a beauty
So, tonight when she takes me,
She will lift me like a child
And caress all of my pain away
She will cradle me into the light
Don't feel sorry for me.
I shall sleep peacefully
Lulled by her lullaby
I know death may be scary but to me it feels comforting.
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