Death

The knives blades oh so sharp,
Hear the angels beckoning harp,
Feel the searing pain,
This will end to no ones gain,
Speak your final phrase,
Walk into the gloomy haze,
Look into heavens bright white light,
You're finally done your long hard fight,
Those around you shriek in fear,
You feel the sting of a single tear,
For your end came so slow,
For now it is your time to go.