Death is the poets friend, in his name all shall end. This very poem that I wrote before, don't know, somehow vanished and was no more A testimonial to what I had to say, that no matter what all will be taken away You who shall release me from my chain, and heaven bound eternity I'll gain. Close to me even at my conception, waiting for me at my dads erection. I measure all else by you, what will It mean when I'm through. Always ready to take me home, never once leaving me alone. All that we leave behind is the words we spill, and the impressions made on the cups they fill. A tributary to the oceans of life, the delta of spirit and flesh where day meets night. You who shall release me from my chain, and heaven bound eternity I'll gain. Reminding me always to do my best, cause no matter what I shall have my rest. Tho my flame will be extinguished from sight, in my poetry I'll have left a trail of light.