Assail me oh death, I fear not your ****** blade.
**** me softly oh death,
but make it fast
for I cannot bear to fully feel the past without internal flame.

sharpen up your aim and set me at ease
because I envy but the breeze.
not ever does it linger in the qualms of yesterday,
it only knows of now as it drifts towards tomorrow.


tell me why should I remain ?
If I call upon his Name will I suddenly inflame?,
I think not...

for I am as cold as the wife of Lot,with only salt tears to my name as I Look back at what I've lost.

'have faith'
they say as I attempt vigorous revival on the very belief that gave me life.

what is life without light ?,
because I have been snuffed of mine and might, so I have not strength nor will to love...
Goodbye my love, all is lost for me.