The Darkness Poem by Armand Miller

I don't remember specifics
All I know is
This bright light ahead of me
Is getting brighter
I don't care though
I know what this light means
It's the final decision
That I can't decide
I keep having brief flashes though
Of my apparent memory
I keep seeing this bloodied blade
and trembling hands
I hear the screams of someone
In some faraway place
But I'm not wirre3d
Because I know I died of Cancer
But whenever I see the blade
Or I think about the Cancer
All I see is my face
Covered in dry blood
But it can't be me
I died of Cancer
I'm severely utterly completely sure
That cancer killed me
And as the light appears to be
Merely a mile away
I try floating faster
Because I know that when the Almighty
Reads back my life Story
It'll start off
Raziel Lyceon Dante
Born July 19
And i will gaze upon him smiling sadistically
As I sent to hell
Because apparently allowing Cancer to kill me
Was a bad idea
Should've been born a Leo