Call of death

In this room I am, tied to
the bed tightly by rope.
Thinking of angels, trying
to give myself false hope.

I swore I saw angels with
sparkling white wings their
clothes bright white. And their
steps were light as air.

Not once did they speak.
They only passed glances.
With curiosity I looked as
they each took their stances.

Their faces I did not see. But
I sensed familiarity though.
One by one they walked up
to me in a manner so slow.

Soon did I realize who they were,
My lost loved ones. Each strung
weird looking beads around my
neck as they sung.

One whispered "Don't worry dear
soon it will be all over..." I
open my eyes wondering if it
was all a dream of goodbye.

I realized it wasn't. But wondered
what it meant as he came in there,
gave me a kiss and said slyly,
"I love you", which was rare.

Still lying there confused, arms hurting.
My chest rising with each breath
as I realized that those angels were
making the call of death.