Final Call

Death seems near, But I don't fear. Who cares about dying , When you are beside ,where am lying. You have held my hands tight, Who cares about health ,am alright. Things that I am gonna miss, Is all these takecare kiss. Behind the door is waiting thanatos, But I prefer enjoying more of your tacos . Everytime air from my chest raises to depart, I get feared on looking your soul getting apart. You seem praying for second chances , While I taking more of your last glances. Graveyard is what I foresee, But my attention at your desperate eyes looking at me. Now, no deadly pain in giving me harm, Darling ,what could be more exciting than dying within your arms? Your eyes are crying, Saying me to keep trying. It feels quite relaxing, Thinking that you will be near, while am collapsing. You are going to held me homey , When I will finally leave this boney. Just want your lips to wet my forehead, When I will leave for death bed . Wish to stay one more day , But dear it's my FINAL CALL to leave this play .