I dwell on my last thought. What would it be about? Would it be about the sun rising out of the ocean to have started my final day? Or would be about the about that night? The night that the sleeping figments of my imagination came to together to show me the truth of you. That night that I awoke with that fear and those tears, feeling that strain, and all that pain. What would I think about? Could my mind race past all the nights that the party never ended, and the **** flowed freely, or would I ponder upon the fires that feed on my skin within my mind, when I saw you and him, maybe I'll just dwell on the hatred at burned within my heart that would rival that of any other. Would I remember the laughter shared amongst friends, the passion of that first love that fuel my heart or the many words I have place upon paper for others to enjoy. That final thought may even be of my heart nailed against the wall while still pumping the pain thought out my vanes to every nerve that I have. So on my last thought, would it be of you? Or Oh **** I bounced?