The morning of when I died
Invisible ghosts loomed by the graveyard preparing for more flesh
Hard ground softened for yet another casket
The casket got ready for the body
And the body prepared for the journey.

The cycle finished its course turning the wheels again
Rotating its hands gleefully
Music waited in the corners of hell
Souless souls glared
Wondering about my sins
Criticising my pain and suffering
The shadow of the devil tried to wrap around my soul
Waiting for the moment of when I was most unexpected

The morning of when I died
The world prepared itself
The angels sang
And the sky cried
As my shadow drifted away
Far away into the morning
Of when I died