Already I’ve been kissed
Let a coin be placed
Upon my lips
And upon each eye
Let Azrael be blessed
For allowing me to die
Quietly, silently
Without pain
Or despair
I now wait
To ride upon
Charon’s boat
To cross the rivers
Acheron and Styx
Without delay
For the world of the dead
Is distinct from that of the living
Where the days pass slowly
Where dreams are forgiving
I long to be there
Laying in Elysian hands
Where the sunlight is ever dim
Late summer sun upon the horizon
The kissed beauty of lands
Meant to be comforting
Meant to be quiet
Made perfect by Gods
Not spoiled by man
