Nov 2017
Ten, nine, eight;
Time slows down.
It's getting late.
A smile sours into a frown.
Seven, six, five;
"Is this the best
ending for my life?"
Oxygen struggles in my chest.
Four, three, two;
I hear the angels sing.
Would you be there too?
My soul is floating.
One, one, one;**
My eyes flutter, they shut.
This isn't what I want
but I don't have the clout.
-m.b
Time slows down.
It's getting late.
A smile sours into a frown.
Seven, six, five;
"Is this the best
ending for my life?"
Oxygen struggles in my chest.
Four, three, two;
I hear the angels sing.
Would you be there too?
My soul is floating.
One, one, one;**
My eyes flutter, they shut.
This isn't what I want
but I don't have the clout.
-m.b
Day 1 for #Novemverse
