On my death-bed

on my death-bed 

inhaling death rattle

I'm on my way out,

but I'm not quite gone.

~

the thought of,

no longer livin'

makin' my skin dappled

and my extremities took hail

~

the breeze stirred the leaves

waving me a goodbye

with sorrowful wind

caressin' my cheeks

~

my heart will ne'er,

hope to see you sad

i'll close my eyes

to escape your cry

A dim light, and music

and ringings and bells

i see a churchyard,

dreamin' we dance

~

people are careless

waitin' for my doom

embracing inevitable

losin' my sense

~

under your eyelids

my journey shall end

my fingertips giving me thrill

of letting go my spirit

~

i quit breathing

the world has died

and I'm dead

on my death-bed.

~ Ayat