I met with death today.
His intent clear, as he held my gaze.
His reality hidden behind unfulfilled dreams.
Hatred falling, as no apathy is left for the destruction we all see.
Covered in darkness, yet this still calm is my only peace.
A fragment of beauty as light from a shooting star dances across the sky.
Wishes of those who are losing this battle for more time.
Bitter cold embraces, and sweet warmth sees through.
But this life is fading and death becomes a dream come true.
Distractions eluding the sweet goodbyes we never left,
For a connection is severed as I let out this last breath.
A painted canvas spilled across, is the end.
Stars and moon meeting in the middle for the kiss of a morning breath.
A sight I have forgotten I longed to see.
An angel resides quiet and dark.
I know provisions of my time wont start.
And as the list becomes complete. His wings, they hold me,
A list of goodbyes never written, never said.
Because those who thought I was mentally alive,
Should have known I'd be ready for the final battle with death.