To all those who died in my arms

Sometimes i crave immortality
At the thought of ghastly pains
And anguish visited upon you
Not with a heart full of bitterness
Not with arms of vengeance
But with a promise of better days
A tomorrow that will outshine today
Just as summer days outshine our winters
Seekers of comfort
Of company
Of love
Of something greater
These arms have betrayed you
Not love
Not comfort
Not protection
Only memories of pain untold
Hence i crave a never ending breath
For fear of your haunting eyes
When St Peter calls.