Into death I fall, my body devoid of life

will someone close my unseeing eyes

close my gaping jaw so like deaths maw

giving some dignity death rips away

cold spreads through but I don’t feel

my once flowing flesh becoming hard

my fleshly clothes slowly will decay

will I be buried or be burned to ash

no longer is that important to me

I have paid the price of sins price

as dying we die, the price of our sin

sin of believing I can be my own god!    5/3/2020