As death comes near again,
'm to tired to resist.
Into my vision, into my life,
closer every day, inevitable.
Strikes, every time I'm weakened.
There will be a time when I can not
delay any longer.
When it will seem the only way.
It is slowly becomming my friend,
My friend of misery.
Now, I'm down once more,
don't feel like getting up.
Will do-let it go-it's ok.
I am at peace,
just as it is.