On your deathbed!

Crushed and broken,
you are queuing for a death penalty.

The fragments
and the sharpness of it
poking and seeking for answers,
over and over-

the pain for a loss
internally influenceable!
Agony of nights
can't be beaten
by a thoughtful mind,
a weak substance-

As you always are,
counting on the time
to ease,
and it never worked-

So the path is chosen,
your card is drwan;
No dilemma, no repent
as nothing will be missed-

the smell of the untouched clothes,
the touch of the half-used bed,
the sound of the hushed breath of yours,
An abominable loneliness-

illuminating the exit to force you out.
And so you are ready now, ready to follow
something desired, found and lost again.
Follow till the darkness arrives!

This one is written for a contest with the theme 'On your deathbed'. The name for them poem is yet to be decided. Any suggestions welcome.

PS: I named it as "Untill Death" and although I didn't nearly win it, I got 15.38% vote which according to me was pretty good. :-)