• As I lay dying in my humble home,
    My sweat reaches through these covers of old,
    My time has come,
    Though the journey well spent,
    The thread count has finally wore thin,
    As I reach the last thread of Red,
    It takes its time, spinning in my head,
    I take a needle and try to rethread,
    But to no use I find myself lying dead,
    The music in my ear,
    Like a blinding blight,
    Its song and tone, to tough to fight,
    A man comes calling, Death his name,
    Fate reaching down, grasping my reins,
    Now my silence is unbound,
    A hand covers my eyes, and says goodbye,
    My last words……..

    My soul has finally been unchained and weighed, I go to a place with no name