Death of December

A poem about a dying person

Snow flakes fall down as light as a heavenly feather
Outside my body lies in this beautiful weather
Birds singing in angelic voices
My head is thinking about choices

Should I lie here and die?
Or should I get up and at least try
My eyes falling into an everlastingly sleep
I’m trying my hardest not to move my feet

Wounds in my body in maroon
I know he will come and get me soon
To a place filled with sumptuous and light
My heart will be packed with beauty and things will be alright

The sky as gray as a field of smoke
My blood comes out in another choke
Tears fall down on my cold cheek
I know that all my life I’ve been a freak

My darling don’t weep
The road won’t be that steep
If you live in heartbreaking sorrow
Live to see a miraculous tomorrow

My heart is beating in a slow pace
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump

I could feel heaven in my taste
As I leave with a morose good-bye
My soul is out of my body with a peaceful sigh