Thoughts race within my mind at high speeds. Im dying, inside my own self from the debris galloping in the black filled air. As I raise my head my very last thought is you. Yet, with you I was always losing the race. Next to your lust for solitary things I failed to keep up the pace.  One perfection or another was never enough to have your love. Now, as I stand in the face of my own fatality I see you one last time and I utter the words (I love you). Then BOOM!!!!!!
                      I'M GONE