The Wish of the Dead

The essence of defiance.

Day in and Day out, I think of you, Death
You who grants peace
You who gives freedom
I open my arms willingly
So come for me I care not
I have loved and lost and loved again
Only to lose once more
Life, I cast away your fragile bonds
And go to Death with Teeth bared and Weapons in hand
I wish for you Death
However, think not that it will be easy
I will fight until I fall
I will fight with my last breath
Still I will not give
So come for me Death
I welcome you and ask you to take me
If you can.