The room is too warm, he lies there,
In his bed in the center.
Death hangs above, his loyal mistress,
Come back to kill his pains with love.

 
Hot sweat forms, it slides off his face,
As he works into heat.
The sheets are stifling, they hit the floor,
He lies naked, bare before mistress.

 
His breaths come faster as he enters,
The arms of those beside him.
Breathing in the sweet cherished air,
From life and death.

 
He begins to move faster, pressing against,
His lover for this final night.