Gone, by James

i feel the clasps of death as i slip away into the darkness,i see a start a single speck of light,i run towred it but its like im being dragged both ways,as if the demons of hell and the angels of heaven are fighting over me,im about to split in half,i reach the light and i am finally free.  this im a poem by my brother james, i dont like him but its a wonderfull poem