Apr 2015
As I drew
My final breath,
The morning dew
Smelled of death.
Beneath the sky,
So deep and blue,
I felt the wind,
As it blew.
On a bed of grass,
Silent I lay.
Waiting for my soul,
Away to stray.
My final breath,
The morning dew
Smelled of death.
Beneath the sky,
So deep and blue,
I felt the wind,
As it blew.
On a bed of grass,
Silent I lay.
Waiting for my soul,
Away to stray.
