My soul to take

the-nathaniel:

if death could do me well tonight

I wish it now my soul to take,

for though still young and tender meek

I’ve yearned in sleep your hands to squeeze

and nights I’ve seek your face I touch

so now in death I trust to take

my breath I leave, my soul escape

and soar to reach your arms - collapse.

to death so dark, now grant my wish,

my life I’d trade for your embrace.