In Solitude Death did Call My Name

In Solitude Death Did Call My Name

While lost in solitude, death did call my name.
She whispered softly, words of yearning into my heart.
She guided my hand with precision such, the edge of the blade a razor sharp touch.
She moaned in pleasure as my life did flow.
Streaming down,
absorbed below
In the distance, with pain and fear
A cry of sorrow within my ear
Love lost strangers, a mellow autumn eve
Winter wishes, and fall tinted leaves.
The joys of the world a flash in my eye
As I whisper to death
I do not wish to die