Howls in the night rattled against the windows and the cold evening wind made the curtains dance.
Dark figures play in the shadows creepily, not just by chance, I prayed to God for some ease of my pain and no answer have I got.
But could the devil have heard me instead? Asking for my blood on his hands, I sit and watch the shadows, in fear for my life.
Sitting shaking in my hands a shimmering knife, so cold, so tired, hard to stay awake reciting to myself: “my lord my soul to take”.
then darkness takes its hold and sleep wins this battle my wish for ease of this pain might just of been my last