I lay in this darken room

Slowly dying from the reaper of ages

The soft whisper of death clings

Onto his scythe darkness looms

Fears of the life after this

Only make me wail

Like the defunct

Who nobody miss

The room is getting darker

As I feel like I am caged

My passions are all but forgotten

As all my friends of me begotten

I see a light

Coming from a lost begotten door

I race to the sign of hope

As I bask in freedoms delight