DEATH ROW

Hell is where my feet will tread,
No remorse, enduring shadows instead.
The hourglass falls my life a grain.
Deaths perfume is sent,
It wafts my name.

Vacuum in the pendulous heat,
Satan licks thy smoldering feet.
The hourglass falls not many grains,
Heat explodes into my constant veins.

Caloric grew paler as my thoughts fell,
Blackness took hold to the Reapers bell.
Wrapping its fog around my breast.
Heart stops beating to finally rest.

The hourglass is empty no more song,
That the dead may feel no remorse or wrong.
I may be a tempest fast asleep,
But the reapers cut is lasting and deep.