The dark man walks beside me.
I can tell that from his voice.
He used to be a preacher.
He says it's not a sin to die,
That God knows why.
He makes me not feel frightened.
He tells me of a peace.
Tranquil like in heaven,
Release from screams and shouts.
I like it when the preacher comes.
He makes a choice seem right.
He makes me see the darkness as a tunnel of endless light.
We whisper, no one else can hear,
Secret mad old friends.
A preacher and a teacher.
God help us see a path.
Take me where it's quiet.
So it all stops.