A welcome end
As I stand here waiting
For Death to come to me
I smile because it's my only hope
Of ever being free.
Free from the waking nightmare
That will never cease
Until the sands of time run out
On the ever ticking clock.
And then the black cloaked figure
Scythe drawn and eyes bright white
Tells me I've done my time on Earth
It's time to face the light.