Death Protecting Me

Listening to the lonely train whistle behind the airport, landing in the midst of my own loneliness right now. Entering an inner domain that holds the emptiness of my soul, feeling like a non-entity, observing life going on before me, yet not being a part of it anymore. Divesting self of it's cruel identity in my life, taking upon my shoulders the cloak of death instead, fitting me comfortably. Bringing a gentle silent peace into my heart, an essence of death seems to be protecting me from life, absolving all the suffering, taking me quietly into it's realms where only the Divine dwells.