My Dying Soul

I am of the wounded and the weak
And I'm dying as I speak
Lying scared and uncertain
Trapped under devils curtain

My life flashes before my eyes
With the tears unshed I cry
And I see myself a child
When my life was pretty mild

Now I see myself a man
Just a single grain of sand
In the universe of beaches
Just inside the reapers reaches

And I see now that I am slipping
And I can feel the reaper gripping
He's tugging at my soul
And I'm losing my control

It only took a couple seconds
In which the devil beckons
And though I know I'm dying
And that time is slowly flying

But I know I saved a life
And with me dies a little strife
Even though I die in pain
I know I did not die in vain

~Wilhelm