A beautiful death

Cross my heart and hope to die,
As I look up at the starry sky,
If a bible rests under my hand,
In a court of law I am no man,
Yet I say the Oath just like the others,
That I never shot my brothers,
The knife plunged fast into my heart,
Straight from your hand, but just in part,
The words that pierced into that stone,
Crippling, breaking, snapping bone,
You could have been the air for me,
As I sink into the sea,
And so my coffin door is closing,
I see you standing there, imposing,
Stretching out to me in fear,
Onto my face drips a single tear.