Death Calls

I see you there, for me waiting, you hover in endless patience, now I pass, death me is calling. Yet I linger on, each breath rasping, as I am clearing my conscience, I see you there, for me waiting. Too soon the curtains are parting, now at an end is my patience, now I pass, death me is calling. Time is slowing, it's so daunting, draining away is my essence. I see you there, for me waiting. Grievances now aside casting, Letting in instead, some cogence, now I pass, death me is calling. Death I have treated with voidance, giving it little reverence, I see you there, for me waiting, now I pass, death me is calling.