'Til Death

"Angels have no thought of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?"
-Gloomy Sunday by Billie Holiday

Rest in peace
O how I long for rest and peace
My living hours are filled with a search for it
Accompanied by the torturous disappointment of never finding it
Maybe...only 'til death may I attain it

'Til death did us part
Only 'til death will we be back together
My living hours are filled with longing for you
Accompanied by the torturous disappointment of no longer having you
Maybe...only 'til death may I be with you love

Cold numbness
O how I long for cold and numbness
My living hours are spent being in pain
Accompanied by the torturous disappointment of knowing that only more pain is to come
Maybe...only 'til death may my wounds be healed

'Til death did us part
Only 'til death did I know your secret
My living hours are spent trying to understand why
Accompanied by the torturous disappointment of finding out the kind of person you really were
Maybe...only 'til death will my questions be answered

Standing on the line separating life and death
Ready to go whichever way the wind blows
Unto death do I surrender
To cascade into it's loving arms that seem to offer so much comfort
So much relief
Only 'til death may I experience this release

Leaving the pain in the land of the living
To receive the peace in the home of the dead

~D. Renee