Outstretched Hand

Upon a hard cold stony floor
I sit and wait, for death to attach
And cling while it lifts me up
And carries me away, to an unknown place.
Unaware of everything, I stare
Eyes no longer the green they one were
But a stony black, shallow and empty
The chains that dig into my wrist
Shiny and cold, no difference to the heart
That rests against my bony ribs, beating...beating.

For nights I've prayed out of the dungeon window
The moon has not shone and fear has crept
Will he ever come to take me
Ever stretch his hand out
For me to take and leave
the hell I'm living?
Will he ever stare deep to my soul
And see the pit of emotion that wells up deep inside?
Would he take pity, and just take me
Living is tiring and cruel.

And by some twist of fate,
he has been brought before me
The black wings that show no mercy, glimmer
just for me to see.
And I smile to myself and can feel myself
slipping away into his arms
The feeling of need has come and succumbed me
I hope that at last did pay off.
And his white, ghostly hand is outstretched
his eyes pure white stare into mine

It is time, and trembling I stand
Alone in the journey only I can take
And to the better place I lead
Where pain is distant memory and life is a photo
Joy is all to know and nothing is harmful
The scars on my body are wiped clean
And a sigh of relief escapes my exhausted body
And I look straight into death and kiss him
A kiss like air while I fall forward into nothingness
And in all my life...I have never felt something so wonderful

As deaths outstretched hand.

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