I cannot gather or perceive
what to feel or to believe.
When that time is finally here,
on my mind the clock is ticking.
Do I see and do I breathe
after it's my day to leave.
Gripping me in panicked fear,
that my heart won't soon be kicking.
Scared to face or take
the emptiness, I'll never know.
Disappear without a trace
or energy will flow.
I cannot picture or pretend,
that my time here soon won't end.
When that day comes due to pass
on my mind my baby crying.
Do I deal or do I grieve
knowing that it's you I leave.
When I look into the glass
reflecting my regrets while dying.
Brave to face the dark embracing
or I'll never know.
When it's Death I'm finally facing
gently let me go.