My Touch With Death Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

This is my last night on this earth;
I feel myself floating away, why was I given birth.
A painful stab is all it takes and now I'm done;
a warm sticky liquid flows freely, lifes no fun.
My shirt is soon soaked and blood is dripping all around;
a pool soon forms around me on the ground.
Sitting in this chair taking my last breaths;
stabbing pains take over my body and terrible shaking begins.
My breathing becomes frantic and quick without a beat;
my heart tries to keep pumping but only spills more into my seat.
I'm soaked in my own blood unable to move or lift my head;
my spirit tries to leave but I hold on till I'm dead.
One by one my limbs fail and no longer work;
deaths angel lifts my chin and I'm forced to stare at his smirk.
Flashing teeth and protruding fangs with a forked tongue;
in the background I hear his minions song sung.
His hand passes through my flesh doing it no harm;
but i feel him grip my soul and begin to retract his arm.
pulling it from its anchor imbedded in me;
I've lost my sight, my eyes no longer see.
My spirit stops its still rooted to me and my life;
but a little tug and a snap, I killed myself with a knife.
But it was the Dark Angel who finished the act;
I saw a white flash and then I'm no more but a body cracked.
The white flash appeared when my spirit was stolen;
then there was nothing but searing heat and a lake to go in.