Jellyfish Swim By

Feel the cold icy hands upon my back, Death is gripping me.
My soul mellow, my mind laid back.
I fall slowly to the floor.
My mind feels as though two game cocks have been in a bloody duel.
My eyes fill with a red liquid.
I see blood, dark crimson red.
It's coppery taste in my mouth.
I've been so credulous all these years.
Not knowing what blood was able to do.
I was never a church goer now maybe I wish I had.
Death is dragging me now closer and closer to my icy grave.
Death is now using telepathy to tell me its time to go.
His lips never move.
Jellyfish now dance by my left eye.
My heart now hallow, Death has won.
I place my hand in Deaths hand.
Death leads me now to my icy grave.
I lay down in my coffin, my asylum.