1999

I stand alone and watch,
The great terror from the sky’s
Descending from the heavens,
Tomorrow now denied.

I breathe my final breath,            
As the ocean rises high.
With open arms I welcome,
The time has come to die.

I leave the world behind,
I glide toward the light.
The oracle of love,
My sins now out of sight.

The Reaper takes my hand,
Guiding me away.
The chaos left behind,
With wings I fly away.