The Vacum of Complete Tranquility

Each day claws at my heart --- Tearing away a layer of it's texture --- Soon it will be fully exposed --- Allowing it to feel the embrace of death --- There will be no horns blowing --- Nor the sound of angel's wings fluttering --- I will not see a bright light --- No tunnel will I travel down --- Harps will not welcome me --- Yet I feel, I will not enter Hell's inferno --- Possibly, the most I can hope for is eternal rest --- Away from the things that made my life unhappy --- Safe from the claws that ravaged my heart --- Going into the vacum of complete tranquility. Note: This poem is dedicated to Charles Darwin