Holy Man's Death

I die a horrible death to only feel release

And this one figure i see in my white light; he is full of peace.

Am I at the end and is this holy man here to die?

He is covered in blood, a sad look across his face

He looks lost, i feel lonly

The closer I got the worry grows

the closer I get the further he goes

to be awakend by a cold hand

to awake and see a ghostly hollow man

Nails in his wrist and feet

thorns in his head

I see cuts and bruises as the man slowly comes to his death