There is a small chance
of a gentle death
You don't want to know

Rather do you believe
in a heavenly hand
that makes everything right

For some, that comes true
They lose blood and slip
away without notion

where they are, united
with all, they float
breathing calm and peaceful

Somewhere there is pain
something urgent
but what

they are not aware -
their sweat, their shivers
and their last floundering

They are lucky, they are not afraid
in the dark that embeds them
They see almost nothing

only a tunnel of light