Sorry if this offends anyone, that wasn't the...
Dear God...

Death takes my hand
And whispers in my ear...

It doesn't care about your life,
It doesn't care how you feel...

This is a prayer as well as a poem.
Do not stand at my grave and weep...

My emotional needs placed upon my physical form,
My arms, my wrists, legs and thighs...

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,
I've never been to confession before...

Fresh tears run down my cheeks,
My face becoming flushed as I cry...

I have a dream which will never be realised,
For it is too great and common a dream to be truly...

He comes to me in the night time
And sits upon my bed...

Happiness, my foolish friend,
Here today, gone tomorrow...

A shadow in the corner,
An angel from Hell's choir...

Trapped in this body,
This place so foreign to me...