As you lay there, your not alone, even if you seem to be.
Agony from your bone and flesh starts to melt away as a black cloak nears your bedside.
His boney fingers creep down beside your beating heart.
The closer he leans, the more you feel. as his ridged bones near your soul, you feel the dead reapers attacking you.
Screaming, you jolt rapidly, watching the steady lifless reaper killing you without touch even.
All pain leading up to one brush of Deaths palm to you, and its done.
Every feeling, memory and sight receed to a trapped place to disappear.
You are at peace. Finally to rest.