Death has finally come to take what's left of my soul, I greet him warmly like i am finally seeing a dear old friend no fear, no worry, just a quite meting, I've been ready for you what tool you so long?

He held out his hand silently, I took in main he showed the reasons he had to wait, I had to suffer for other to fly my life was a gift for others not for myself, its a bitter sweet truth, that not all of us are ment to be happy, but to bring happiness to others, we suffer in silence, and in the dark, so they can shine bright bathed in light, he finally came to let me rest my job done my soul lad to rest, the sweet release from this broken body my darkness gone my heart not broken, my soul not shattered, put back together death my old friend never my enemy.