The End

Breathe slowly and look up at the sky
And ask yourself if there's anything in life
That's worth living for anymore
Cover your face with your blood-drenched hands
Close your eyes and breathe in the scent
Of the crimson pouring from the gashes on your wrists
How magical it all feels as it pulses
And fall to your knees in the deep green grass
Run your hands slowly down your face
Painted and now ready for war
Ready to face death and his dark shadows
And you open your eyes
To see his hand extended toward you
He has a wicked grin on his face
He is ready to take you as well
And when you place your hand within his bony grasp
Darkness billows from beneath him
As he pulls you to your feet and leads you to the gates
You take one last glance behind you
At the world you'll be leaving behind
You know that it's too late to change your mind
You close your eyes at the image of your corpse
Lying in the blood-stained grass
And turn to faithfully follow death to the end
As the crimson-colored grass sways in the wind