I live In The Night

I awake early to wait for death's knock
Sometimes I go into the quiet of the night
Climb high in my tree
And look for death's angel
I live in isolation
And I am hungry for oblivion
This is the best time in the day

I live on the periphery

Of existence
When I go out into the daylight
And become part of the kinetic existence
I am reeled back to purpose
In the black night
Where no more almost exists

Oblivion must be better I reason
There are those that hang by threads
My machete severed through these threads
In the cool mist of the morning
And I wait for the coup de grace
I wonder if I will go to heaven or hell
It only matters that I exit