In the Hands of Death

I walk the halls with the hand of Death holding my hand firm. 
Iwant to run. 
To get out of this hall, 
But the hand of Death holds my hand firm changes my mind. 
The walls of black turned to a familiar seen, 
First my birth, 
And then at the end by the door,My DEATH. 
I dare not open the door, 
But the hand of Death holding my hand firm changed my mind. 
A flash,A Flare, 
I close my eyes to avoid the light. 
When I open them again, 
The hand of Death holding my hand firm, 
Was gone. 
The pain in my chest came back, 
The blood from my wrist was gone, 
The blade still in hand, 
I drop it, And..........Cry.