The morning fog thick and dense shuts out the sunrise coddled by a cool mist inside a dank breeze of fear clapping death's gated fence.

Each bang followed by a rattled chain fighting to keep gate restrained. Seems louder with each screech of a astute raven pearched on a scracth pole glaring through eyes of abyss deep into my soul.

The fear I hold is not for me but for my loved ones when they are told. As my time has come and now it cannot be undone.

Azrael's hooded cloak silhouetted on the mist I have just a moment to review this life with regrets of how I played my role ......what will I miss.

I ponder my life flashing before my eyes like a screen I stepped into just to realize how the pain paved the way laying down rails of track for this very day.

The images of my past flip like a picture book. The happy shrouded by pain broken beaten and abuse I took.

Scared of the hate fueled by the rage I locked up my mind and held my...