Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my head.
It crushes me, and darkly my

blood drips
to the broken ground.
In numbness I cry out
while death looms closer.
Now alone, my soul falls upon cold eyes.
           And i drift into the darkness father and father until i am no more and non-existent  

That is my doom