Drift or Steer?

My hands wrapped around your neck

As I watched your eyes go wide

A deep rift between your lips

As a silent scream you cried

You struggled in your panic

With all your strength you fought

Yet it was a losing battle

In Death’s grasp had you been caught

Your breath grew short

Death no longer held at bay

Your eyes slowly drifted shut

As your life faded away

A large mark was all was left

A ‘winged’ imprint of fear

To drift is to be in Hell

To be in Heaven is to steer