Full Stop

Relief that death brings
makes the old man think
Life was fine
Now, pleasure's mine.

A touch of regret
A touch of pride
A touch of hurt
A touch of pain
Soon to come,
A touch of fire.

Two minutes,
Thats all he has.
Nostalgic he is
As life flashes by
Oh so slow...
But faster than light.

When its all over
Its indeed over
All said and done,
The few tears shed and gone,
And memories woken.

As I die,
battered and old
No more regrets
No more craving
No pain
No hurt.

A perverse satisfaction
Is all I have
as I rush,
rush into Death's Embrace.