Loose Hold

My oxygen is hot molasses
I suffocate
Death has its way over me
I feel such hate encamped about
An object of evil wrath
I calm my heart and close my eyes
and fight not for my wasting life
Death is victory.  Death is friend.
But my Creator cares not for this end
The clutch is broken, I gasp fresh air
The evil one and his song despair
is gone, and still not I care
Tomorrow feels my enemy
Death my gain
But He has chosen and my cross I'll bear