Tick tock  minute goes
Who knows….
What will happen when lights are low
As I creep to your light darkness follow
Carrying sadness, depression
With no expression can express….
If I had a setting I was going to reset
The time so it won’t be my last
But a beginning for a first start
To do it all again
Without causing any pain
Or sorrow to contain
Forgive my last
Inorder to be forgiven and given…
A last time that will be different from….
My last…