Death comes to you in translucent sheets.

These
Are no laurels
Nothing stands to gain

Only withering,
Wilting allowed in this space

And on these thin translucent sheets
Please let me write my name
I dedicate this blood and breath
To the one who stole my breath away

I guess that they were partly right
They said he comes like a thief at night
I guess that makes you Jesus Christ
And leaves me with the weight of light