Slowly I am losing my mind
Slipping into the abys like a feather floating on the wind.
And waiting with open arms at the bottom of the abys..
Is Death-
He towers high above me,
Like a sky scrapper
His power over me is intoxicating.
There is no fighting his control
So I accept his embrace
With hushed thoughts.
And burning tears fall from my chin onto the stars around me.
I am floating-
I am free at last.
I am giving back to the universe through his energy-
In his arms-
I quietly let go.
