Is it too late?
please dont make me bear - the bland walls whitened by the guise of death.
Is it too late?
the queasiness laughs lavishly - when will I die? If I continue to feed
Is it too late?
to Live or to die? I lie motionless in between
It it too late?
to choose magnificence glimpsed in hints behind my eyelids
to be the ancient winds gusting out of nothingness like Celtic fiddles, changing raging seas into misty green beckonings
Is it too late?

here I lie.  the deadening grasped me again.  I knew it would come.  I did my best to prepare. Was it enough?  Did I finish bridges to escape on the night?  Only time will tell, and what a devil it has become.