THE COMFORT OF DARKNESS BY BHENGU SS

A broken heart, its pieces scattered, 
A kiss I crave from death's embrace; 
My hand outstretched, yet never held. 
Is this fate? Is this a test?

Oh Beloved Death, please set me free, 
Guide me into the blissful darkness, 
To a place where suffering is but a memory. 
Free me, Beloved, from this mortal strife; 
Let me embrace your eternal solace. 
Beloved Death, my heart's final wish.


© bhengu ss