The life in death

Amidst the foreign gates of a worldly hate Which I never knew could crawl up to me in such haste Lay a death bed so serene and awake Inviting me to my own grave Death was never meant to be this peaceful never meant to be my only escape But now as I take each step towards my fate I come to realise being hated was my only trait Life never felt as peaceful as where my death shall await.