Death, opposing side

Those few moments , feets away and I could smell it,
The stench consuming my whole essence,
Clamoring for peace
That seems to have vanished-
Taking refuge in the cold hands of death
Alive, unquenchable thirst for wholeness .


The therapeutic effect that my songs bring,
All gone, worsening it the more,
There and then,
A sensation from above
Lyrics not from here
Changing the whole atmosphere
And there it was,
A deep sense of peace, joy
Like if my last breath be there,
Such beauty above, awaits me,
And so it went on...
"calling me, deeper,deeper ,...
And there he still stood - death, observing,
Like he also for once, felt the atmosphere -
Bound spell, embarking such therapeutic phase,
More like, it was a choice for me to make.
And so we tread a whole lifetime,
In search of what we have,
Right there, on the palm of your hands.
On the plat of your soul,
So much joy, overwhelming peace,
simply sensational.