We’ve sat till past 3 in morning

Reading

I’ve done it to pass time

To make the night go faster

Hiding from my own demons

He sat across me

Seemingly chilled and also seemed to be passing time

I went to sleep

Then I got woken by something

Did I hear someone talk?

Yes , it’s him , talking .

Endlessly talking

Singing some old church songs

Telling himself jokes and laughing at himself

He tries to waken someone up I realise

He’s alone

But then I also realised

They whispering to him

Death angels… alluring him to the forever sleep

I can picture them

I really can , I see them as beautiful creatures with welcoming arms

Ever welcoming arms

Just willing u to close your eyes and surrender

He’s scared to death by death