The Face of Death

On this bed I lie,

As I wait to die.

As I silently release my last breath,

I can already see death.

It laid a cold hand as I awoke,

I see it draped in a black cloak.

Its eyes are blacker than the night.

They are void of any light.

The fear makes it impossible to fight.

It rests its boney fingers,

On my shoulder they linger.

I can't believe I am looking at death's face.

If it were not impossible, my heart would race.

As I stare into its eyes, light begins to fade.

Through all my life I begin to wade.

Through death's eyes,

I see all my lies.

Through death's eyes,

I see the black skies.