Death is Beautiful
One final thought runs throungh my head
AsIm sitting here
now her face relapses my mind 
As I shed these tears
I look above to see the hand 
of an angel reaching down Take me away, up above
Before my emotions drown.

Loves light begins to fade 
As I run through my mind
My memories begin to fade
Passing away with time
All the times that we shared
Throughout this lonely life
Slowly begin to come back to me
As I struggle through the night.

So far i've made it through this life
As it has just began
now this life which has been so short
Shall slowly end
But in the end I shall see her face
And take her by the hand
And this death i now experience
Shall be my one true friend.

Death is Beautiful.

By: Steven Cooke

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