I sleep my life away...
My heart beats faster...
My mind shows me...
Of a dream for death...

I open my eyes...
My breath fading from my chest...
I see his face...
That black cowl covering his tattered skull...
His scythe condemns my soul...

Those red eyes bear...
Down into my soul...
I feel reality bend and warp...
I cry for a redemption...

He raises his arm...
Those bony fingers calling my soul...
I roll away for my heart's ease...
His arm catches my sheet...

Trapped in my own comfort...
I struggle to be free...
My memories hit me faster...
My regrets long listing my pain...

A hard cry for the sorrow...
A peaceful reverie...
My mind goes black...
As Death's grip reaches me...
My soul is ripped from my flesh...

I awake once more to find myself...
Bound to a burning stake...
My life's mistakes washing over me...
The flames licking at my flesh...
My eyes remain closed...

The torched stench of my body...
Reaches my nose...I begin to wretch...
The pain of my body heaving...
Tearing the muscles within...

I feel a spear stab my right...
A sword pierce my left...
My wounds coagulate in the flames...
And my body collapses on the chains...
The barbs rend my flesh...
My mind is overtaken by darkness...
I sleep once again...the <i>pain</i>...

I awoke to find myself...
Face down in my bed...
It was so <i>real</i>...yet all a <i>lie</i>...
Is this <b>my</b> way life's taken?
Is my Dream for Death a prophesy...?

<i>Do we merely live to die?
Is there choice in Death?
Can we control our ending?
Or are we cursed to die eternal?
We bleed...We live...We work...We burn...
All the same when the end is here...</i>