Oh! I have laid on edge of life and death,
For long enough, my breath knows not what's what,
In wheezing lungs it takes a final wreath,
Then flutters off and sets the specter rot

The Death that comes to see me holds its court,
For I'm accused, gaol and witness in one,
Not deemed so blessed to slip in swiftness short,
Yet not so lost to fade with daylight gone.

As I behold the rising sun from bed,
That washes all the lies I tell myself.
The blood in hourglass paints my insides red,
While loved ones gather, tears for final breath

At last, the final light leaves pupils dim,
As drops of final dream from corners brim.