Death is Coming for Me

Death is coming for me.
As I walk away into nothingness, into oblivion.
Empty I seem.
No purpose does my life hold.
With each step I take, sharp pain stabs my feet,
As if I were walking upon knives.
My body shudders from bitter apathy,
My heartbeats are painfully slow.

With each step I endure I feel him, Closing in on me.
He is here.

I’ve fallen to my knees.
My tears burn like acid as they escape my eyes.
Death is coming for me.
Slowly and painfully.

My life slips through my fingers.
My soul disintegrates, like my shattered heart, the pieces falling.
Like my blood as it trickles down the sides of my lips.

Spare me neither emotion nor mercy for my lost soul.
For that is all I shall be now that…
Death is coming for me.

Nothing more will become of me.
This life of mine was already foreordained.
Hide all pain.
Shadow all fear.
I now welcome Death, embrace Him in my arms.

Cloaked in raven black, his empty eyes stare deep down within my soul,
As a weathered, bony, brown hand is outstretched.
I flee not from him but hold him close,
Accept that what was once my own, now suddenly his.

He holds close my frail body,
My heavy head I rest upon his chest.
He’s cold embrace makes me shudder so,
But I smile, for I know that all pain ends here.

I placed a kiss upon his lips and he swept me away,
Finally it is over now, I’ve seen the last of my days,
For Death has come for me.

~By Deaths Maiden~ (Copyright©2005)