My spark for life lost at sea, filled with tainted memories.
My heart beating but still yet dead creates an atmosphere, clouds of dread.
The hangman’s rope wraps around,
comforting amongst the cries of the few left loved ones in the crowd.
Thoughts are clear and my head is empty. I feel alone as lady death is creeping near.
Flash of life before my eyes was the singular most regretful sight,
filled me with joy and might, the might of finally being at peace.
She pulled up close right before my face, held my arms in a warm embrace
most would be scared but I could finally let go,
melt in her soft skin into the unknown