Breathing in
I look around
At what I've made
And what I've found
My death is coming
Fear released
My head is spinning
Last but least
I start to wonder if one can die
Of dread alone
And if I cry
Will death itself taunt me?
(Or just my captors?)
The reaper's call
Has come at last
Help me now
I'm falling fast
Into darkness
Laying still
Always peaceful,
Now at rest.