Hand held tightly,
Do not let go,
White sheet covers,
Hides green dress.
Lay in place,
Restricted movement,
Brain lays awake,
Body stays asleep.
Bony hand grips,
Never let's go,
Always there by my side,
Waiting...
Strokes my hair,
Still holds my hand,
Just standing,
Waiting...
Feel he is there,
Black robe of night,
Covering the white,
Just waiting...
Open my eyes,
Look up at his face,
Pearly white skull,
Grins down on me.
Look at his hand,
Bones bleached white,
Tightly holding,
Won't let go!
Pulls me up,
Gently smiling at me,
Nervously smile back,
As I climb from the bed.
Feet touch the floor,
Something feels wrong,
Not sure what,
Still he waits...
Turn my head,
Look at the bed,
There I lay,
Yet it is me no more.
Gentle tug on my hand,
Drawn back to my companion,
It is time to go,
The waiting is over.
Watch my golden thread,
As it fades to nothingness,
A grey fog floats down,
Envelopes us, obscuring.
Death finally speaks,
"Come, judgment awaits,
You have been trapped,
For way too long."
Alarms wail,
Lines drawn straight,
Flows on forever,
I depart...finally.