The Sacred Art of Dying

darkness come caress me now and as I die I weep my body lies here limp and cold I prepare myself for eternal sleep a million miles of starry skies to me they look like sparkling eyes that come to watch me die but then they're blocked from my view by a deity with soft black wings i know he's here to comfort me though death is what he brings it's odd it feels as though he loves me he strips my clothes away his wings caress me now as he holds me and we begin to sway he holds me close to his chest as a mother holds her child sheltering me as i leave the wicked and the wild and i can succumb because now i feel so weak then i see a tear fall from his eyes and wet my Cheek it's over now he kisses me he longs to taste my breath and as if he longed for more he sucks it from my chest his lips linger over mine for he knows when he pulls away the fire in me that screamed to life will not see another day Darkness come caress me now and as i die he weeps and now that i feel no longer scared he lulls me off to sleep