I feel his hand over my throat,
His cold and bony fingers.
He’s finally got his grip on me,
Still my struggling lingers.
I stare into the blank black eyes,
I suddenly grow calm.
He’s here to help me from my pain,
This is what I wanted all along.
He releases my soul from within me,
And holds me to his chest,
He carries me across the sky,
My spirit finally at rest.
Death’s lovely angel,
Has rescued me from pain,
I was taken away from it all,
with nothing left to remain.