My Prayer to God

While laying here contemplating life, reality seems non-existent. I realize blood runs purely through my veins, while all along my eyes are closing rapidly. Darkness will soon shine upon my soul, opening perfect portals of colorful rays as I walk through, this is my beautiful death. This is me sharing death as a beautiful art work, bowing graciously in the eyes of my maker, meanwhile devilishly grinning in the eyes of my taker. I stand just, without doubt, knowing my life decisions were mine, boldly ready to stand trial as, me. Me, who is not without mistakes. Me, who is inferior to the creator of all. Me, who must walk softly in a row of broken angels alone to be judged. This is my script, my journey, my trek to my forever. I must face you, resolute with fear, crying with euphoric intentions, understanding the life given was not mine, only commandeered for a short while. I look up from my knees in anticipation, accepting whatever my chosen plan. I am vulnerable, placing my decisions heretofore, before him. I humbly rejoice his acceptance of my faults, while peacefully drifting away, I am his.