My final hour lay me down,
Pitch wings come gather round.
Stars defaced they shed no light
Whether by choice or lack of might.
The hands of Father Time stand still.
Upon my skin, a creeping chill.
Mother Nature takes up the knife,
She saws the fragile string of life.
She doesn't clip through and get it done,
She drags it out, she's having fun.
It's getting dark, I cannot see.
I don't know who is here with me.
Whether there is someone,
Or no one at all
It doesn't matter my life is done.
I've taken and tried, through it I've crawled
I've stumbled, got up, tried to run, once again to fall.
The soft black feathers, tender are they.
Cradled in wings of darkness I lay.
One last movement, the life line snaps.
And everything around goes black.