death in the room

Her eyes begin to close as the tears fall to the floor.
She knows death has glided into the room for the reason of the kiss.
She hears the moon moaning as the ocean whispers her name.
She lays there,
Her hand slowly turning cold.
She is torn if she should go with them or not into the deep night sky.
She decides to stop fighting for she knows they will not leave without her tonight.
Hearing the calling of her over and over again,
She my now rests her head with ease,
As she floats into the calling moon,
And the ocean's soft whispers,
And the soothing words of the wind.