i look around this crowded place 

my heart beats a little faster 

who's face will be the last i see

the end of this final chapter 

than i see the black dead tree 

i stop thinking there is no after

and calmness seeps upun me 

like fractured glass against the sky 

it tells my story; my death and my life. 

i stand upun the trap door 

awaiting Death's cold greeting 

and when i raise my head once more

my heart will not be beating