Death lingered in your doorway
Awaiting invitation
Like a vampire or a neighbor
They sensed your hesitation
And your eventual acquiescence
Rained sheets of pain and anger

But I thought to myself
How heavenly a state
The acceptance of collapsing
Under unspeakable weight

The righteous indignation
Began flowing as expected
You were a question without an answer
An introspection best deflected
There was no closure in your exit
It was a perfume for the scentless
But I thought to myself
How heavenly a state

When there's no making sense
Of the past or present tense
I will breathe for you
I will breathe for you

Death lingered in your doorway
And then reached across the threshold
You grasped the hand extended
And were pulled into the unknown

How heavenly a state
How heavenly a state