Vocation

I begin to feel in the unknown

Hitching on my last breath as I wash away from Her

Falling in this hearse

On the spread of where my mother cries is a comfort of its own

A safe way to go

Don't tell me what I already know

I've heard it all in my dreams the whispering against my ear is cold

But steady as I wake for the first time

I had a taste of it once

And when it took bait back there is no other answer to the call