Please Come for Me

Sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor

Staring at the light coming from under the door

Wondering if I will see your shadow when you come to carry me away

As I sit here I wonder what you will be like. As I sit here I pray

I pray that you will be different than all the other things in my life.

And I sit here waiting for you feeling the mixture of the cold metal and warm iron freeing my mind of the constant strife

As I sit here I call for you asking you to come for me, to comfort me.

The warmth of the iron now cooling I see this is what was meant to be.

"Death, please come for me." I whisper in a choked voice

No longer afraid my weakening heart beginning to rejoice

Laying on the warm sticky tile of the bathroom floor

Watching your shadow growing under the door until there is no more