"Death Bat"

When the skies turn black,

And my eyes roll back into my head,

And when my skin turns pale an cold,

I wonder what the last thing I'll see will be?

Will it be Death himself,

Or the soul of grandpa,

Or that beast they call,

The Death Bat...

A bat that visits you in your final hours,

That takes you away painlessly,

Without hassle,

And without fear.

A bat granting the freedom of death,

A blessing for some,

Especially when life is horrid,

And when they are in endless pain...

Without fear and without pain,

That's how I wish to pass,

In an instant,

And only when I wish it truely...