Father Death

A poem I wrote today, remember how I felt last night.

Father Death, help me.
I am in pain.
I need release.

I need freedom.
I don't know how else to get it.
I don't know how to be free.
I don't know how to have hope.
Father Death, come to me.
Let me die, give me peace.
The pain I'm suffering,
here on earth,
is too much.
I can't suffer any longer.
Give me your gift.
Breath your air into my lungs,
stopping them.
Grip my heart in your
cold fist, freezing it's beating.
Prevent my body from moving any longer.
Father Death, help me.