You listen to all the empty promises that it will all be over soon
And tell yourself for the very last time that fairy tale will never come true
You’ve waited all your life, tried to give the world your best
But now the time is finally here, you will get your peaceful rest
A crimson drop, you watch it fall as blade pierces skin
Then one by one you lose the sun and darkness closes in
You start to panic, just for a moment, worry it’s a hasty thing you’ve done
But then your mind reminds your heart that the battle’s already been won
Soon fear will loosen it’s grip, you won’t feel the sharp sting of shame
The relief you crave is almost here and your past the point of pain
Your mother walks in sixty seconds too late, too shocked to even cry
With the last of your breath and as your welcome to death, you whisper to her “Goodbye.”

-h.n.g