The Wings of Death

A hospital bed ever so soft,

And a blanket of cloth,

Makes up my death bed.

My vision is blurry,

And my parents are filled with worry.

Today is the day,

The day that I fade.

I can feel my mother's tears,

And my father's fears.

My eyes close,

And my heart slows.

Just inches from my bed she lands,

And extends her flawless hand.

I can tell by her eyes,

That this will sever all ties.

I take one last breath,

Then I am whisked away by the wings of death.