Hours of my death

Upon my thinly tarnished soul

Gaping within is this gigantic hole

Where my whole life once bloomed

Yet suddenly away it quickly loomed

Now heavy is the weight of these dead
Just like virus above me do they spread

While my pierced heart bleeds solo red

As I lay slumbered upon my death bed

Behind my worldly clandestine tears

Do these evident vivid emerging fears

Surface into the stained external light

Materializing moral fibre into fright

Drenched in terror of my lucid mind

Are these views and illusions unkind

While tossing in the midnight hours

Feared essential sleep quickly sours

Battered to tatty, pieces and shreds

Reluctantly succumbing and drying

Disbelieving my yes, are they lying?

No I whisper, I could not be dying

Refusing to trade my DNA fusion

No longer laying in any confusion

Yet with persuasion of becoming

Are these lying life forms cunning

Soon another and countless more

Offering riches of their shiny adore

Though I decline this bribe so shady

Devotedly zealous to live non faddy

I will not surrender to black

Even if my lucid vision I lack

Refuse to obey these taunting

Thousand foul beings haunting

Rotten odour of their breath so smelly

Repulsively they inject into my belly

This substance I cannot even describe

Bound I lay helpless unable to derive

I will not accept this alluring stealth

While dreaming hours of my death

Yielding rather to entirely another

Summoning memoirs of my gather

Weeping is my mortal pleading soul

Yearns again to feel absolutely whole

To flavour again yet another fine dish
Savour this life and to swim like fish

Calling out to you in roaring blast

Begging you to amend the past

Do come to rescue me at last

For another breath I gasp

I am not ready to leave

As I remedy with heave

Begging for you to give

Me, another chance to live

Though the bow has broken

The anchor has been tested

Life vessel is not ready to sink

As my weak body lays un-rested

Lend me a hand and mend my heart

Survival is minimal with essence apart

Though able to distinguish my choices

Finally I see a beam and hear its voices

This aura at last to me revealed

The utmost brilliance of white

Brightest have I never seen

With my stained human sight

I breathe you

Need you

Love you now

Relishing in your blissful glory

In absolution and without worry

Wholly without pause I submerge

Into the light of wonder at verge

Feeling the utmost desire to stay

Suddenly my body recalls a sway

Abruptly again surrounded by dark

Terrifying and uncertain is the stark

While I feel within me a new spark

Igniting my fire and desire to embark

On board this life ship

Swiftly akin to a whip

And navigate again all over

In the emerald fields of clover

Though, where have you gone?

I can inhale again yet not see thee

Only feeling this human skin, it's me

Yet with you for eternity I want to be

As these distant virtuous voices get loud

Advising me of having many holes to stitch

I awake suddenly puzzled though very glad

Living another singing day of morning finch