Where will life take us soon?
No-one knows, no-one hears.
Some believe death’s a boon.
Either way, the ending nears.
What is this on the way?
Why, it is the bright of day.
But what do we leave behind?
The dark that crawls in to our mind.
I know my hourglass is running low,
And I fear what is to be,
Death’s veil is heavy on tow,
What is to become of me?
Sending shivers down my spine,
My heart begins to ache.
I take the last sip of life’s wine.
How much more can I take?
They cannot help but stare,
Those who gather round.
The sting of pain is hard to bare,
But there’s no help here to be found.
Is this the famed “good light”,
Is this the last thing I see?
I cannot yet go, but I cannot still fight.
This is what will become of me.
Then I sigh, and then I wheeze,
And then with one last fatal blow,
My whole body starts to ease.
Now I am to be put below.
Those now above could not aid,
For death they do much fear.
My soul and life they forbade
As they knew the dark was here.
Now I lie below the ground
With cold as my new friend.
To this death, I am bound,
As I met with my own end.
