As I lay in my casket, <br />I hear the weeps, <br />I hear the cries, <br />I want to be there I really do, <br />But there's no escape, <br />I see a light, <br />To go towards or stay behind, <br />I do not know, <br />I hear a sound, <br />Then see the black rose drop, <br />The light wraps me like a pair of angel wings, <br />I want to escape but I feel warm all over, <br />The light so bright, <br />All I see is light, <br />I see nothing as I leave, <br />Leaving everything and everyone behind, <br />One last time.<br /><br />Shay Shankar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-rose-32/
