Breathe One's Last

by Lashea

Published February 22, 2012

 

The day I willed my life away

 

on that faithful day in May

Was like no other day consumed

with afterlife dwelling near

 

My soul was ready for the taking

but oh dear it was making

making its final escape

Its final escape to eternal rest

 

This eternal sleep of no escape

Where I was covered with a drape

Place me in eternal darkness

or place me where the sun don’t shine

 

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