Looking out into the black, I realize that feeling of loneliness.
That feeling of death.
blackness, tepid faint of whiteness
Perpetual, never-ending nothingness
This is what I’m going to see one day.
and that day will be the day
when the hours will begin and
cease to end. Heaven willing,
this is what I’m going to surround myself
like a blanket shrouding my soul
a warm blanket beneath the body
gearing me to be ready
until that day comes.