when death comes calling,

slipping effortlessly to rest by my side,

i will not flee, i will not try to hide,

i will not seek to scurry away,

i will embrace the dying of the day,

i will not cling to each breath,

i will not cower before death,

i will not try to escape it’s grip,

i will not steady myself as i slip,

for i know my betrayals well,

and i will have no more lies to tell,

so when death comes calling,

i will wade into the dark incoming tide,

for i am far too tired to continue to hide.