What some people want

Death is finally here,
with his scythe as a spear,
tearing through my heart,
it was meant to be from the start.

My life went no were,
and I was not spared,
he finally free me,
and thats what I want to be.

It is all I want now,
so I will take my bow,
my life is done,
as I see the rise of the sun.

So leave me be,
and let me see,
the life that I was marked,
and so I see the dark.