Death

A wounded, bleeding animal.
I make my way to the wood-line
To find somewhere comfortable
Enough to lay down and die.

Crimson pours from open wounds.
Head spinning with pulsing pain.
Trembling lips want to give way
At the feel of the first drops of rain.

Lightning bolts of agony explode inside.
A struggle for each shuddering breath.
A surrender to this natural process.
A prayer to a god I don't worship.

Full life unfolds before me
In a slideshow full of horrors.
Of love, and loss, regret, and tears.
Hallways all leading to trap doors.

Regret pours out its loneliness,
And I play the eager vessel.
Share my story with this open air
Until there is nothing left to tell.

A large shadow now stalks the wood-line.
The darkness holds me like a tomb.
A hot, firm handshake - never ending -
He has come to take me home!

Where I shall join the others just like me.
Where I wil never shake this hurt.
I will burn and suffer in this soul
Long after you have placed the vessel in the dirt.