The Thought Of Death Helps Me Sleep At Night Poem by Medusa Waves

His promising grasp around my loose-leaf life,
To hold tight to the hands of life, when knowing death is a loosing fight
His coming puts me at ease, promising to end all my strife
The thought of death helps me stay alone
If dying is leaving, and leaving from the same world your in—
Let me live alone, with death the only one to hear my moans
The thought of death helps me sleep at night
When my body aches from the battles I fight
A sense of lightness blankets my corpse
At last—the imprisonment of life is done